Descended Angel | PJM

Chapter 11

You used to have a fairly mediocre car before, which you bought with the help of the money you saved from tutoring and your dad offered to help as well. But it wasn't as good as this one. You were remarkably impressed with the Tesla.

With the help of your GPS, you reached, yet again, a tall, fancy glass building. It had 'PARK Cosmetics' in metallic block letters on the right side of the tall structure.

Parking your car, you got off and reached the entrance. The VIP card was accepted, and you didn't know the passcode anyway. The place had a small café on the side and brightly lit lights everywhere.

Everything seemed first class, which failed to shock you after everything. You saw that the reception was closed and was about to move forward when a woman reached you.

"Good Afternoon, ma'am," she bowed exactly 90 degrees, her attire respectful and polite. "The receptionist is not present at the moment. I'm CEO Park's assistant. How may I help you?" she asked, smiling.

"U-uh the CEO asked me to meet him," you replied, not quite sure where this is going. "Ma'am, are you somehow related to the CEO? Your name, please?" She said, her tone professional.

"I'm married to him," you said, still being a bit uncomfortable to call yourself married. "Kim Y/N". "Married!? I'm really sorry, I should've known! My apologies. His office is on the last floor. Would you like me to escort you?"

"Ah- It's natural for you to not know, don't apologize. And that won't be necessary. I'm sure you are very busy," you said, flashing her a reassuring smile as she returned the gesture.

"Sure, ma'am. It's on the right after you reach the floor," she bowed again, leaving you to board into the elevator. The elevator had lots of buttons, which you have been seeing a lot recently.

Your POV

I pressed on '25' which was the highest floor. There's a lot of things going on in this building. It's a gigantic place! The doors opened to uncover a very workplace-like hallway.

I followed Jimin's assistant's instructions and ended up right in front of his door, deciding whether to barge in or knock. In the end, I let out three knocks and opened the door.

I saw Jimin sitting with a hand supporting his head and piles of files were scattered all around the table. His other hand had its fingers wrapped around a pen. He looked good, even if he was tired.

He looked up, a visible uninterested bored expression climbing up to his face. "Oh, you're here. I'm hungry," he said, eyes focused back on the paper. I handed him the bag of amazingly cooked delicious food made by the one and only me.

He started gobbling up with the spoon, leaving me to sneer at him for the hundredth time. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked for the sake of being nice. "No. I ate already," I said, looking at the astonishing view of city skyscrapers through the glass walls.

He completely emptied the container without saying a single word. "I'm done th-" he burped. Seriously?! His audacity, oh my god! He then focused back on the pile of paper sitting on his desk.

"I'll get going now then," you said, noticing that he has said nothing to you since. "No!" he raised his voice more than necessary. Letting out an audible fake cough, he said "I mean, you can't. I have a short meeting in five minutes and I'll walk you to my car. Stay in this building for the time being," he said.

Why did he even ask me to come here? Ugh. "Can I go to your storage room?" I asked, totally in the mood to explore. "Whatever," he scoffed, an 'I don't care!' expression was drawn over his face.

I stood up as my gaze averted to the paper that he just signed on. I noticed a slight mistake. "How are the total sales so low? All of these show high numbers." My finger was pointing at the different columns for sales from different countries.