Her Name | pjm

December .C h a p t e r T h i r t y O n e.

The moment when our trio stepped into the hall, everyone, and I literally mean everyone turned to us. I quickly glanced around and understood what was the issue - the main power in this building were men. Of course, almost all of them had a woman or two clutching to their arms, but it was obvious that they were simply a decoration, a way for them to show that their wealth overcame materialistic things. Whereas in my case, I was a woman, escorted by two men. Everybody seemed to recognise me and I realised that I had Sungwoon to thank for that. A young man in a suit ran next to us. "The Hart family, I presume?" He asked while bowing slightly. It's been a long time since someone actually addressed me by our family name, and still a bit in shock I simply nodded. "Right this way, Miss." The boy proceeded to show the way, not sparing my companions a glance. I dug my nails into Jimin's arm while trying to calm myself down, and thankfully he didn't whine.

Honestly, given other circumstances, I would have enjoyed this. Jimin looked absolutely incredible and this time I did too. Most of the people were older here, although, I did notice a younger face here and there. Even so, we were obviously the centre of attention and people started to whisper. The boy lead us to our assigned table and stood confused for a moment. For a second I didn't understand what was the problem, until I noticed the chairs next to the table. There were only two. Jimin didn't seem to be too fazed and simply told me that he'll stand right beside me. Even before I could protest our attendant started to apologise. "I am incredibly sorry Miss, we were so used to Mr. Hart coming with his companion only, that we didn't even stop to think about a third person. This is our mistake, and I hope this will not ruin your experience." I simply stood and stared at him, waiting for him to offer a solution, while I sensed that the whole crowd watched us. The fire in my pit started to grow again and I lifted my chin. "Are you suggesting, that there is nothing you can do? Should one of my companions stand? Or are you indicating that I should?" I spoke in my firm tone. Ever since I started to stand in for Dan, this voice came more and more naturally. I saw the boys face lose colour and he immediately apologised, "No Miss, I would never, I will bring a chair at once." He paced away while I simply stood trying to hold my head high. I felt everyone staring, and I wondered what was the best thing to do. I turned around slowly, and looked them in the eye, keeping my head high I made sure to show my gaze taller than all of their egos.

The attendant ran back with the chair and set it down. He stood there for a second waiting for me to sit, but Jimin instantly walked in front of him. "You're free to go." He hissed. The poor boy, still not sure what to do, looked at me for confirmation. I nodded my head a little and walked to the chair, Jimin took it out, I sat down and he pushed the chair slightly. Then he sat down next to me, leaving Sungwoon to sit on a chair on the left side of the table. It didn't take me too long to realise that our table was in the very middle of the formation. It hinted to me, that perhaps Father was not just a founder. I finally allowed myself to relax a bit, when other people started to walk in. I looked around the hall.

Most of the slot machines and poker tables were set on the side of the hall, leaving the middle empty. The tables were set at the very end, shaping almost an U formation. There was a magnificent golden chandelier hanging at the ceiling, the floor were covered in red fabric. The tables were set with white tablecloths, but all the decorations were in red. Servants and attendants were running around, making sure everyone was comfortable and had drinks. On the far right, on a small podium, several people with string instruments were playing calm music. I looked around at the crowd. Everyone was dressed in designer clothes from their heads to toes. Some of them had quite good taste and looked very sophisticated, whereas the younger men looked a bit out of place. They had various designer clothes on them, shiny and not really matching jewellery. It seemed like they threw on whatever most expensive things they had and hoped that this will scream out power and confidence. I couldn't help but compare them to Jimin - he was sitting a little bit leaned back, slightly turned his body to mine. He had a ring on his left hand, his smartwatch and a black suit. Nothing screamed extravaganza, but everything indicated incredible confidence. He seemed to fit here perfectly. I couldn't help but wonder if this was his nature, or did he learn this skill somewhere. As if feeling my stare he turned his head at me and smirked, tilting his champagne glass at me. I couldn't help but feel butterflies storming all over.