pomegranate red ❧ n.jm | the golden fruit duology (2/2) ✔

15

Walking into work some weeks later, you saw Jeno, Yangyang, Kun, and Sicheng gathered around yours and Yangyang's desks. Not too unusual of a sight, especially considering the matching coffee cups they all had.

"Good morning, boys," you greeted the four of them brightly, setting all your stuff down on your desk.

When you looked up from where your fond gaze had lingered over your keys, the shiny new one to Jaemin's place on Earth there, you were met with silence.

"What?"

"Here, uhm, it was my turn to buy coffee this week," Yangyang handed you a cup from the shop down the street from the firm.

You took it, a little alarmed that he wasn't doing his usual complaining about being "forced" to buy coffee for "the bourgeois" (Kun and Sicheng) when they could definitely afford it and truly he was just being "exploited" (despite the five of you all rotating out who bought coffee for the group once a week).

"Uh, thanks," you took a sip, not liking his wide eyes, Kun's pained ones, Sicheng's inquisitive gaze, and Jeno's knowing look that usually meant the two of you needed to talk ASAP. "Okay, what, you guys?"

"Ms. Haseul wants to see you," Yangyang was still speaking.

"Okay..."

That wasn't unusual, you were her paralegal, you frequently were called into her office by yourself to have discussions and they never garnered reactions like this from your coworkers.

Kun rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, calmly explaining, "She told Yangyang to have you come into her office once you arrived regarding an issue on the Olympus Investments file. Said to make sure you knew it was urgent and severe."

Your grip tightened on your coffee cup. Jeno's jaw clenched as he gave you a very much 'I told you so' look.

"Then why the fuck did you guys make me play 20 questions with you if it's that fucking serious? God, I have to go see her!" You set your cup down, briefly checking the phones to see if she was on a landline call. Her quick dial button wasn't lit up, meaning that she wasn't, and you grabbed a notepad and pen just in case. Maybe this was about something solely work-related, and not about you seeing a client and breaking company policy. One could only hope.

After speed-walking down the hall, you stopped outside her door to listen for a moment for any sign that she was on the phone or had someone else in her office. It was quiet, and you took another moment to inhale deeply through your nose, then exhale, composing yourself. Rapping your knuckles on her door, you waited for her reply.

"Come in."

You opened the door, bowing your head respectfully, "Good morning, Ms. Haseul. Yangyang told me you wanted to see me regarding Olympus Investments."

"Yes, sit, Y/L/N," she gestured to one of the chairs across her desk from her.

You could feel her sharp eyes on you as you did so.

"I'm going to get straight to the point. Out of gratitude for the work you've done in your time here, I'm going to ask you only once and I of course expect the truth. Are you romantically involved with Mr. Na Jaemin?"

To your credit, your jaw didn't drop. Part of you was expecting this, of course. You breathed in, taking a moment to think about how to phrase your response, "Yes, Ms. Haseul."

She sighed, taking her glasses off and setting them on her desk. As your boss rubbed her brow and remained quiet, you felt anxiety creeping up through your veins.

Figuring that you were as good as fired anyway, you at least wanted to know how long you'd been made for, when and where you went wrong. "Ma'am? May I ask when— How long you've known?"

"Y/L/N..." She clicked her tongue and leaned back in her chair. "I've known the whole time. And I know you've been seeing him since before he became a client of ours as well."

"I'm so sor—"

Your boss cut you off with a wave of her hand, "Don't apologize, please. Aside from not telling me the next business day as you should have, you've been incredibly professional about this the entire time. Honestly, nothing about your behavior or work product is how I know."

"Then how?" You asked, brows furrowing together.

"The first client dinner we had with Mr. Suh and Mr. Na. When we went to greet them, I caught a whiff of Mr. Na's cologne, and it was remarkably familiar to me. Because you'd come in to the office in the mornings frequently smelling like it before that dinner."

"Please don't take this the wrong way but... why wait until now to address it?"

"Would you believe me if I said that I didn't know how to bring it up?"

You were nearly speechless. It was hard to imagine Ms. Haseul not knowing what to do.

"I don't... I don't know what to say."

"Anyway, like I said, you've been the model of professionalism; your client relations—in the office—have been impeccable, and your work product is the same high quality I expect to see from my employees. We of course need to address that you did not inform me of this conflict the next business day as is firm policy, but I see no reason to take any further action than that nor remove you as case manager for Olympus Investments."

"Ma'am?" Now your jaw was on the floor, your eyes practically bugging out of your head.

"Both Mr. Na and Mr. Suh report being incredibly satisfied with your work. Therefore, as long as that continues then I am fine with having you stay on as their case manager, with your conflict of interest being properly noted in the file, of course. But as soon as any issues arise or you feel as though your conflict is affecting your ability to do your job, you will report that to me. Do you understand, Y/L/N?"

"Of course, Ms. Haseul," you bowed your head as deeply as you could from your seat. "Thank you so much."

"You're dismissed, Y/L/N."

"Right. Thank you again, Ms. Haseul," you leapt to your feet, bowing once more now that you were standing before exiting her office.

Walking back out to where your desk was, the guys were exactly where you left them, clearly pretending to be doing anything else other than waiting to see if you got fired. Jeno, however, immediately zeroed his focus in on you as you approached them, the others soon joining suit to varying degrees of shamelessness.

You gave them two covert middle fingers down by your sides, "Fuck you guys, I still work here."

"Oh thank god," Jeno breathed out as you fully entered the pod of desks, pulling you into a hug.

"Hell yeah!" Yangyang jumped to his feet to join in, squeezing the two of you with reckless abandon. "The Atrocious Trio lives on!"

"Did you just invite yourself into our friendship, Yangyang?" You asked incredulously as Jeno shoved him out of the group hug.