Vacant place for death[JENSOO]

6

-Jiyong, meet Kim Jisoo. Jisoo, this is my agent, director and generally the best person in my life — Kwon Jiyong.- Introducing us, Jennie put her arm around his shoulders.

Smiling, I held out my hand to him:

-Nice to meet you.

Pretending not to notice my gesture, Jiyong moved his shoulder, dropping Jennie's hands at the same time, not taking his narrowed eyes away from me.

-Kim Jisoo... I know your name. Jennie, get back to the paperwork. If you want to finish it faster, you need to finish reading them.- He pointed to the chairs at the bar.

Okay, we're not so proud — I can sit there.

Although such a hostile attitude is somewhat embarrassing, I didn't do anything to him.

I sat down on a chair, looking at Jennie. She sent me an apologetic smile before plunging into reading. Jiyong was standing nearby and pointing to something in the text that she should pay special attention to.

After finishing my coffee, I twist an empty glass in my hands, examining the dining room environment in more detail. Suddenly, raising his head sharply, Kwon stared at me angrily:

-Kim Jisoo.- He repeated almost accusingly.- I remembered. Your name was on the list of journalists announced at the preview.

-Yes, it is.

-I'm warning you, Miss Jisoo. - He took a step towards me, continuing to threaten.- If, as a result of your communication with Jennie, articles or interviews appear in your magazine, the writing of which was not agreed with me, multimillion-dollar lawsuits will be waiting for you personally and the magazine. Am I being very clear?

-Of course.- I replied coldly.

-Jiyong, stop scaring Jisoo.- Jennie's calm voice had a commanding note. She quickly signed a few signatures and got up, collecting papers.- You yourself brainwashed me not so long ago, insisting on a friendlier communication with the press. Well, consider that she is my voluntary contribution.

My God, where did I get to?

I sat thunderstruck, shifting my surprised gaze from the dumbfounded Jiyong to the calm Jennie and back again. And I, an idiot, thought we were really honest, but it turns out I'm just being used!

Heck! Jennie!

I bit my lip, not wanting to succumb to the incipient pain of resentment...

The brown-haired girl suddenly laughed:

-God, you should see your faces now. It's just a joke!

-You have a shitty sense of humor, Jennie.- Kwon muttered, taking the documents from her. However, he stopped looking at me as an enemy, now there was only a cold wariness in his gaze. Rummaging through his pockets, he handed me his business card.- I hope you and I understand each other, Miss Jisoo.

-Absolutely, Mr. Kwon.

***

-Ohh!- Jennie drawled enthusiastically, gently touching the skin of the dashboard.- Jisoo, it's amazing.- I smiled, silently accepting her admiration.- Are these all original parts?

-Yes. I had to tinker with this...

-It was worth it.

I nodded, slowly pulling out of the parking lot.

-So, where are we going?- After examining the interior of my car and sitting comfortably in the passenger seat, Jennie began to examine me.

-After your prank, I don't even know.