Accidentally Married

Chapter Twenty-one

Wonho's POV...

"Your meeting at ten o'clock is just around the corner," Yoni informed me as she placed the files I had requested earlier on my desk.

"Thank you for the reminder," I acknowledged. Once she left and closed the door, I took a moment to relieve some stress by stretching my arms and rolling my head from side to side. With a quick glance, I ensured that the files were error-free before swiftly placing them in my black briefcase.

After another stretch, I slipped into my Armani jacket and grabbed my briefcase. Exiting my office, I turned to Yoni and asked, "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes, sir, I'm ready," she replied, shutting down the desktop computer and retrieving her notepad and black ink pen from the top drawer.

~Time Skip~

The meeting with the design and development team for our new virtual reality game had exceeded my expectations in terms of duration. The members of each team had presented a plethora of captivating ideas for the game. While some ideas seemed a bit extravagant to me, I wanted to foster an environment where everyone felt comfortable sharing their input.

I was particularly pleased with the collaborative effort between the two teams, as they had worked closely together to ensure their ideas complemented each other seamlessly.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your hard work and for generating such incredible ideas," I expressed my gratitude to both teams before concluding the meeting. Now, my next task was to present these ideas to the investors and board of directors.

"I'm stepping out for lunch. Is there anything you'd like me to bring back for you?" Yoni inquired, securing her notes in the locked safe beside her desk.

"No, I'm good," I replied. I entered my office and immediately started typing up my notes for the upcoming meeting with the investors and board of directors.

"Oh, by the way, your grandmother called earlier this morning. She mentioned that she'll be stopping by your office sometime today," Yoni informed me, poking her head through the door.

"Thanks for letting me know," I sighed. "Go ahead and enjoy your lunch break."

Two hours later, I regretted not accepting Yoni's offer to bring me some food. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me of its emptiness. I stood up from my desk and made my way down the corridor towards the break room located at the end of the hall.

"Dammit," I grumbled under my breath as I surveyed the array of vending machines against the wall. The options for snacks were far from appealing, filled with fatty and sugary products. With no other choice, I reluctantly decided to indulge in them since I had skipped both breakfast and lunch. I grabbed a pack of blueberry Pop-Tarts, a bag of Lay's potato chips, and a bottle of Fiji water from the vending machines.

Returning to my desk, I hastily devoured all three items, trying to satisfy my hunger as quickly as possible. With my briefcase in hand, I stood up and left my office.

Half an hour into the meeting with the investors and board of directors, a throbbing sensation began to pulse in my head. The majority of them voiced their concerns about the expenses tied to my design and development plans. Instead of witnessing mature behavior from these supposedly responsible adults, I found myself enduring their incessant whining, as if they were nothing more than crying infants. It proved to be an arduous and exasperating task to engage in a meaningful conversation with nearly a dozen immature individuals, who should have known better. If they weren't squabbling over costs, they were grumbling about the length of the meeting.

The chaos of the gathering even affected Yoni, who began to massage her right temple in a slow, circular motion. "I will reconvene with my design, development, and budget team to devise a comprehensive budget plan for each of the proposed ideas we just discussed. I will instruct my secretary to arrange another meeting with all of you, no later than Friday," I finally suggested, growing weary of their childish bickering.