Deja Vu | 박지민✔

Chapter 2♕

With that thought in mind, I confidently stride towards the big door that provides privacy for the big boss's room. I saw that there's an empty desk just by the door. It must have been a secretary desk. It is already cleaned and there's nothing left on it. Suddenly, I feel excitement all over. Everything finally felt so real and the confident that the cocky man tried to died down, came back to me.

I realized that deep down, I really really wanted this job. I take in a deep breath, give myself a little pep talk in the head and raise my hand. My knuckles hit the mahogany door, asking the person inside for their permission for me to enter.

A loud and masculine voice yelled for me to come in. My hands wrap around the handle and push the door open. My jaw almost drop to the floor from how handsome who I believe is Mr. Park is.

"I believe you're here for the job and not to ogle at me?"

I blink my eyes rapidly. Finally, realization hit me like a truck that I've been staring and probably drooling while staring at him. My cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment. This is not at all what I had expected. I thought he's some old man because of how succesfull Park Towers is and it probably takes so much from his years.

His loud sigh pulled me back from my thoughts. "Hurry up I don't have all day"

I cleared my throat and took a sit infront of him. I rummage through my bag to pull out my resume and present it to him. He literally pulled it out of my hand and skim through it. While he's reading, I took the chance to silently admire his good looks.

His nose is so freaking cute that I can't help but want to boop it with my finger. His skin is clearer than my future and his jawline is just as sharp. He also has plump lips which I envy so much. I wonder what his skincare routine is for him to have this face so beautiful. I didn't miss on how small his hand and fingers are.

He wears a white blouse and a dark blue suit and pants. Despite holding a huge and serious position in this company, he looks more like a rebel child than a CEO to me since he's wearing a lot of earrings. He also wears a lot of rings which confuses me if he's already married or not.

Based on the looks of it, I think he's around his twenties. He must be the son of the original owner of this towers. I wonder what happened that made him take up this huge responsibility as CEO.

"Are you fucking deaf?"

I snapped out of it when his voice pierced through my ears.

"W-what? N-no, I'm not" I said rather defensively.

"Well I personally think that you need to check again with the doctor because I think you are. I've been calling you for three times" he scolded.

I lowered my head, feeling ashamed that I let myself stare at him a little too long.

Suddenly, he threw my resume at me and I flinch in surprise.

"I think you know your way out, now go" he said and focus back on his recent work that he abandoned earlier.

"W-what? You're rejecting me?" I asked in disbelief.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh come on now, don't act so surprise. With that look of yours, I'm pretty sure that this isn't your first rejection"

Instantly, I felt a sharp knife stabbed through my heart. No lie that his words hurt so much especially since it's the truth. I can feel myself stop breathing from how hurtful his words are.

"But, I didn't even get the chance to say a thing"

"You're saying a lot of things right now Miss Jung" he says.

"Well you won't be rejecting me without a reason. Can I at least know why?" I asked.

He stops writing and his eyes pierce through his hairs that fell infront of his eyes. I gulped a little too loudly that I'm pretty sure that he heard it too.

He puts down his pen and took me by surprise by swiping his bottom lip with his thumb right after licking it.

I realized that I'm staring at him in a rude way again and try to maintain eye contact with him. Suddenly, he stood up and make his way towards me. Unconsciously, I grip on my bag tighter as if my life depends on it.

"You see Miss Jung, I take my work seriously in this towers" he said. My breath quickened when he walk behind me and out of my eyesight.

"My father works so hard to build this company up from the ground. Thus, I need to choose the people who'll be working under me carefully"

I stopped breathing for a millisecond when I felt his finger on my shoulder. It trails its way up as he spoke.

"One that is smart," his finger is now in between my shoulder and neck. "One that is attentive," on my neck. "And certainly one...." behind my ear. ".......that does not......"

I can feel his hot breath right by my ear before he continue, "Dressed, like a fucking slut, and have a few clear disabilities, that they do not disclose, in their fucking resume"

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, anger, confused, all emotions mixed together.

I turn around and try to talk but he already straightens up and walk back to his chair and sat down with his legs crossed.

"Get out"

I was baffled. I didn't know what to say. I was at loss of words. I was so mad at him for insulting my perfect self. But at the same time, I also wanted to cry from how hurtful his words are.

After a few moments, I decided to just get out of his sight and away from this toxic company.

So, with my head held down, I walk out of his office. He didn't even bother to call me back and apologize even after the doors closed with a loud thud behind me.

I can feel my eyes slowly started to tear up.

Why did I think that I can do this? My parents were right. This is a real cruel world we live in

"Told you you wouldn't make it"

I slowly lift my head, although I already know who that voice belongs to.

When I do look at him, a single tear rolled down my cheek. Instead of comforting me like a human would, he raised his brow and I already know that another toxic comment is gonna break me down even more.

"This is your first obstacle in life and you're already crying? You're much weaker than I thought" he said.

I form my hands into a fist, fighting the urge to punch the life out of him. My breath quickens and I tried my hardest to just ignore his presence and make my way out of this place.

I resent this place so much

AUTHORS NOTE:
EXAM'S FINALLY OVERRRR. Warr, isss, oooverrr. Exam week was hectic af and I don't even wanna talk about it. All I know is that I don't need to study anymore for the next three months until university calls. So yeah.

I'm thinking about taking my driver's license just so I can blast Olivia Rodrigo's songs