- Let me start by saying that being my secretary is one of the easiest jobs in this company. You don't have to stress out and check my notepad every hour to see if I have any meetings. No worries. That's what I have Sungyeol for, until he dies, of course. - Solbin raised her eyebrows, confused by his speech. - He's already old, and he's wrestling with his hands and feet, repeating that he won't retire and will work for me until his heart stops. - The gray-haired woman admired the man in her mind. - So. I respect this grandfather and let him do it because despite his age, he has a better memory than three-quarters of young people.
The girl watched the chairman, who was sitting at his desk with his hands joined on the tabletop.
- What then will be part of my duties?
Jungkook smiled half-heartedly.
- I don't like to overtire my secretary, so I leave the easiest tasks for her so that she always looks beautiful walking by my side.
Solbin watched his movements, wondering if he was comfortable.
- Mr. Jeon...
- Address me this way when we are in company. When there is no one next to us, call me by my first name. We met before you became my employee, so....
- Okay," she replied obediently, standing in front of the desk and rubbing her hand against her palm.
The young man leaned his back against the chair.
- As I mentioned before... your daily duties are the most important duties for me during the day. If you forget something... - he paused for a moment and smiled slightly - I can become irritable. Let me start by saying that I am a proponent of food. A hungry stomach leads me to become cranky. I eat breakfast at home, but dinners are the norm at my house at twelve o'clock. I like exquisite food, and the Smell house restaurant is my second home. It will be nice if you reserve a place for me there at twelve o'clock every day so that I can relax the rest of the day. - The girl nodded her head. - Now I will step back and stop at eight o'clock in the morning. I like the smell of freshly ground coffee from the nearby coffee shop "Latte Vanilla" when I cross the threshold of my office. It is located across the street from the company, so it will be my pleasure if, when I come to work, you don't forget to pamper me every morning. That way I will be full of energy. - Woman once again nodded her head as a sign that she understood. - Another important thing is... - The brunet looked around the office. - My fish. These scalars are like my babies, especially the golden one. His name is "Golden Maknae," that's because he's the youngest. They like to eat, just like me, but you mustn't spoil them too much. Remember to pour them food when you come to work, then at fourteen, and before you go home, it depends on what time we can finish.
Solbin felt like rolling her eyes, but refrained at the last minute.
- As for the "Latte Vanilla" coffee, which one do you prefer?
- Latte Americano.
- Roger.
Jungkook glanced at the gold watch he wore on his left hand.
- That would be it for the daily duties at work that you have to keep track of. I'll keep you updated on the others. - Everyone has something of the oddball in them, and Jungkook was also one of those types of people. - I have a meeting in thirty minutes, so come with me to see what it looks like.
The young man got up from his chair and walked away from the desk, heading for the exit. He opened the door and stood still, waiting for Solbin to leave first.
The girl felt embarrassed by his gentlemanly gesture, yet obediently left the room first. As she walked with him through the corridor, she felt the stares of other employees on her.
- Mr. Jeon, I have documents prepared for you.
- Not now. - The brunet put out his hand. - I'm rushing, but when we return, my secretary will take the documents from you and bring them to my office.
They stood in front of the elevator, and he pressed the button. They didn't have to wait long. Furthermore, they went inside and just then a strange feeling of heat hit Solbin. Her body began to burn as she remembered that she had slept with this man in Thailand, and now he was her boss. Despite his young age, he was the president of the company where she started working.
Interesting... he must have been the heir of a powerful family, if he had the top position at the age of twenty-four. He must also have been good at what he did since he was entrusted with such important responsibilities. It depended on him how the company would prosper, whether all these people would not lose their jobs.... He must have been a diligent student if he was trusted.
*
Ara couldn't feel her legs after her first day of work. Even though it was her trial day, she had a moment when she wanted to quit. Working as a waitress was hard and required a person to be patient.
She threw herself on her bed and sighed loudly.
Fortunately, Seokjin was not home at that hour, so she could use the kitchen, as she was starving.
She didn't have the strength to stand on her feet, so she crawled on the ground just to reach the kitchenette. Being in front of the refrigerator, she got up lazily and opened it wide, checking the contents of the shelves.
She wrinkled her nose, wondering if her husband was a rabbit, since three-quarters of the fridge was occupied by carrots.
- What's wrong with him? - she muttered under her breath. She scratched her head, wondering what she could make of it. A juicer caught her eye, so she decided to fill her belly with healthy, thick juice.
When she was done, she washed everything perfectly so that he wouldn't realize she was using the kitchen. She had no intention of listening to his whining.
He was tiresome.
She returned to her room and, holding her glass in her hand, stumbled across the downy carpet, spilling carrot juice on it.
Typing the code to the door, she was informed that the owner had just returned to the apartment.
With terrified eyes, she stared at the orange stain in the middle of the white carpet, getting a fever from nerves.
It was early afternoon, so why had he already finished his work? Well, yes... he was the chef, so he had people in the restaurant and could get out of there whenever he felt like it.
- This matron will kill me," she muttered under her breath, setting her empty glass down on the table.
Biting her finger nervously, she had no plan to explain herself. If he looked at her now, she would be finished. He didn't know what privacy was, and as the owner of the apartment, he didn't ask her permission.
She had to do something to make him stop coming into that room whenever he got the urge.
Hearing that he was in the hallway, she hastily stripped down to her underwear. She had just been turned to face the door when he walked in unexpected.
- Get out, pervert! - she shouted, throwing her blouse at him.
The young man retreated backward, snorting under his breath.
- You don't have boobs anyway! - he answered her spitefully.
Furious, Ara imposed her blouse on herself and, ignoring the fact that she had no pants on, left the room in her panties.
- I may not have cannons on my chest, and this apartment is yours, but I deserve some privacy, and stop coming into my room without notice, or I'll end up thinking you're a pervert!
- You don't know me, you brazenly shoved your shoes into my house, so how can you know who I am? What if I am a serial rapist? - he asked, coming closer and closer to her. The redhead didn't move from her seat, watching him from under her squinted eyelids. - We are legally married, so with impunity I can have fun with you against your will.... - His sultry grin drove her crazy.
- Just try to pull down your pants, and I'll bite your bollocks right off! - she warned him, which caused amusement on his face.
- Ah, Ara. You really are a crazy woman.
He eluded her and directed his steps to the kitchenette. He poured himself some water and drank it all in one go.
She watched him with her lips tightened.
- And what are you standing in front of me like that in those pants? The sight of you doesn't have an erotic effect on me at all. You are less feminine than someone dressed as a woman.
The redhead smiled mischievously, although inside she was all boiling with anger.
- For that, your carpet looks much more erotic since I spilled orange juice on it, moron! - she bit back and, noticing the growing fury in his eyes, fled into the room. He moved after her and she didn't have an opportunity to bolt the door, as he rushed inside, finding the stain on the carpet with furious eyes.
Ara crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a burst of joy as the young man turned visibly pale at the sight of the stain.
- Not only did you ruin my carpet, but you also used my juicer! - he yelled, to which she snorted under her breath. - I clearly pointed out to you that you have no access to the kitchen, devil! Besides, this carpet is special, it's a limited edition from Italy!
- Then why the hell did you leave it in my room? You should have hidden it, since it's a seedy-limited edition! I have dozens of carpets from Europe in my family home, so one day I'll steal one for you and we'll be even!
Seokjin put his hands to his head, almost tearing his hair from it. He was so furious that he felt like killing her.
- I don't give a damn about your carpets from Europe! This one I got as a gift from my best friend!
- You are acting like a child who has damaged a favorite toy.
However, her eyes widened in fear when she noticed that he was heading toward her with a hostile face. He was so furious that he might as well have killed her.
- Get out! Do what you want, but you are no longer allowed inside! - He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up, beastly throwing her out the door in just her panties. The redhead jabbed, but he was adamant.
- At least give up my stuff, you bastard!
- I won't open the door even for a second, because you'll take advantage of this and fly inside, sneaky woman! Give me the address, and I'll send you your stuff by courier!
- And I'm supposed to walk around town in my underpants? Are you crazy? - She decided to herself that she would not move from the door until he let her inside. He would be the one to come out the worst if the neighbors took an interest in the situation.
Eventually, he threw his undressed wife over the threshold.
Two hours passed, and she sat politely at the door, humming the Stray Kids song. She felt she was going to be sick, since she was sitting on the cold floor in just her panties, but she didn't care too much about that.
More important was that she had to find a warm corner to sleep in.
A tattooed blond man came out of the apartment across the street. He was unable to hide the astonishment on his face when he spotted a woman sitting in the hallway, half undressed.
- Don't look at me like that.... - she began in a tearful voice. - I have just been thrown out of the house by my husband for spilling carrot juice on his favorite carpet. He isn't concerned about my fate, he makes me wander around the city in just my panties. Is this how a beloved husband behaves? I don't know what to do. I am helpless.
- Did your husband throw you out of the house dressed like this?
The young man reached the door of Seokjin's apartment and started pounding on it with his fist.
Ara smiled under her breath.
- I am so ashamed... He is very stubborn and will definitely not open it for you. He is an emotionless bastard. How could I even marry him? - The girl put her hands to her face, pretending to cry. - It's true that a woman shouldn't look at a man's appearance, but most of all his character. What's the use of his handsome face to me if he's a motherfucker?
The blond man looked at her thoughtfully.
- I will not leave you here in such a state. Please wait with me this time until your husband cools down.
The redhead looked at the young man with loving eyes.
- You are an angel. The opposite of my diabolical husband.
She fearlessly entered the stranger's apartment, unconcerned about the fact that she was parading in front of him in her panties.
This was in no way embarrassing for her.
His apartment impressed her more than Seokjin's. It was dominated by black, and this color was her favorite.
- Cozy at your place," she replied, sitting down on the beige couch. Heavy music sounded from the speakers.
- It was nice to hear it.
He disappeared into one of the rooms to bring her sweatpants shortly. Ara thanked him for his kindness and put on the pants, unable to take her eyes off his tattooed arms, which he displayed in a short-sleeved T-shirt.
- Thank you for your kindness.
- Neighbors should help each other. - He smiled at her quite charmingly. - I am Yoongi.
- Ara.
He was cute. In appearance, a "bad boy" type, which is what the redhead liked best.