Falling For The JEON

CHAPTER 88:-

I pull into the parking lot at Clayton's. As I make my way in, I can hardly believe it's my last day. Fortunately, the store is busy and time passes quickly. At lunchtime, Mr. Clayton summons me from the stockroom. He's standing beside a motorcycle courier.

"Miss Manobal?" the courier asks. I frown questioningly at Mr. Clayton, who shrugs, as puzzled as me. My heart sinks. What has Jungkook sent me now! I sign for the small package and open it straight away. It's a BlackBerry. My heart sinks further. I switch it on.

From: Jeon Jungkook
Subject: BlackBerry ON LOAN
Date: May 27 2016 11:15

To: Lalisa Manobal

I need to be able to contact you at all times, and since this is your most honest form of communication, I figured you needed a BlackBerry.

Jeon Jungkook
CEO, Jeon Enterprises Holdings Inc.

From: Lalisa Manobal
Subject: Consumerism Gone Mad
Date: May 27 2016 13:22

To: Jeon Jungkook

I think you need to call Dr. Flynn right now. Your stalker tendencies are running wild. I am at work. I will email you when I get home. Thank you for yet another gadget. I wasn't wrong when I said you were the ultimate consumer.

Why do you do this?

Lisa

From: Jeon Jungkook
Subject: Sagacity from one so young
Date: May 27 2016 13:24

To: Lalisa Manobal

Fair point-well made, as ever Miss Manobal. Dr. Flynn is on vacation. And I do this because I can.

Jeon Jungkook
CEO, Jeon Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I put the thing in my back pocket, hating it already. Emailing Jungkook is addictive, but I am supposed to be working. It buzzes once against my behind... how apt, I think ironically, but summoning all my willpower, I ignore it.

At four, Mr. and Mrs. Clayton gather all the other employees in the shop, and during a hair-curlingly embarrassing speech, present me with a check for three hundred dollars.

In that moment, three weeks of - exams, graduation, intense, fucked-up billionaires, de- flowering, hard & soft limits, playrooms with no consoles, helicopter rides - and the fact that I will move tomorrow, all well up inside me. Amazingly, I hold myself together. My subconscious is in awe. I hug the Claytons hard. They have been kind and generous em-ployers, and I will miss them.

Rose is climbing out of her car when I arrive home.

"What's that?" she says accusingly, pointing at the Audi. I can't resist.

"It's a car," I quip. She narrows her eyes, and for a brief moment, I wonder if she's going to put me across her knee too. "My graduation present." I try and act nonchalant. Yes, I get expensive cars given to me everyday. Her mouth drops open.

"Generous, over-the-top bastard, isn't he?"

I nod.

"I did try not to accept it, but frankly, it's just not worth the fight."

Rose purses her lips.

"No wonder you're so overwhelmed. I did note that he stayed."

"Yeah." I smile wistfully.

"Shall we finish packing?"

I nod and follow her inside. I check the email from Jungkook.

From: Jeon Jungkook
Subject: Sunday
Date: May 27 2016 13:40

To: Lalisa Manobal

Shall I see you at 1 p.m. Sunday? The doctor will be at Escala to see you at 1:30. I'm leaving for Seattle now. I hope your move goes well, and I look forward to Sunday.

Jeon Jungkook
CEO, Jeon Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Jeez, he could be discussing the weather. I decide to email him once we've finished packing, he can be such fun one minute, and then he can be so formal and stuffy. It's difficult to keep up. Honestly, it's like an email to an employee. I roll my eyes at it defiantly and join Rose to pack.

Rose and I are in the kitchen when there's a knock at the door. Taylor stands on the porch, looking immaculate in his suit. I notice the trace of ex-army in his buzz cut, trim physique, and his cool stare.

"Miss Manobal," he says. "I've come for your car."

"Oh yes, of course. Come in, I'll fetch the keys."

Surely this is above and beyond the call of duty. I wonder again at Taylor's job description. I hand him the keys, and we walk in an uncomfortable silence for me - toward the light blue Beetle. I open the door and remove the flashlight from the glove box. That's it.

I have nothing else that's personal in the Wanda. Goodbye, Wanda. Thank you. I caress her roof as I close the passenger door.

"How long have you worked for Mr. Grey?" I ask.

"Four years, Miss Manobal."

Suddenly, I have an overwhelming urge to bombard him with questions. What this man must know about Jungkook, all his secrets. But then he's probably signed an NDA.

I look nervously at him. He has the same taciturn expression as Ray, and I warm to him.

"He's a good man, Miss Manobal," he says, and he smiles slightly. With that, he gives me a little nod, climbs into my car, and drives away.

Apartment, Beetle, Claytons - it's all change now. I shake my head as I wander back inside. And the biggest change of all is Jeon Jungkook. Taylor thinks he's a good man.

Can I believe him?

Bambam joins us with a Chinese take-out at eight. We're done. We're packed and ready to go. He brings several bottles of beer, and Rose and I sit on the couch while he's cross-legged on the floor between us. We watch crap TV, drink beer, and as the evening wears on, we fondly and loudly reminisce as the beer takes effect. It's been a good four years.

The atmosphere between Bambam and I has returned to normal, the attempted kiss forgotten. Well, it's been swept under the rug that my inner goddess is lying on, eating grapes and tapping her fingers, waiting not so patiently for Sunday. There's a knock on the door, and my heart leaps into my throat. Is it?

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