Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

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The next day.

"This is an odd... interview. I didn’t think you were one of my candidates?" Song Areum glanced down at the profile in her hands and then back at the person sitting in front of her. Her lips trembled to hide the amused smile threatening to break her face. After going through multiple group interviews that spanned until two in the afternoon, she found herself hungry and ready to bite the next person’s head off. She had ordered delivery and the food hadn’t arrived for an hour now.

"Well, here I am." Eun Ha Won strained her smile, glancing around the room.

"This is such a weird turn of events, I hope you know that." Song Areum sighed, placing the folder down onto the glass table in front of her. She momentarily glanced at Ji Cheong Shin with disdain. "Aren’t you going to ask questions?"

"This is a waste of time." He deadpanned, with the list of round two interviewees in his hands. Everyone was excused to go home to prepare for the next round.

"Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for my damn food." Song Areum muttered, checking her watch. Right on time, the telephone buzzed and her eyes lit up. She ushered with her hands, as one would shoo someone away, for Ji Cheong Shin to pick up the call. Disgruntledly, he placed the folder down and walked to the phone, pressing a button.

A stoic, but semi-chirpy voice spoke up, "President Song, your delivery has arrived. It’s being sent upstairs as we speak—"

"Have the delivery man bring it up himself."

Ji Cheong Shin nodded his head. "The President wants him to come up. And if he doesn’t comply, have the reinforcements ready."

"Right away, Sir."

Ji Cheong Shin checked his watch and then glanced at the calendar on his phone. He wondered how his Boss was able to have the time to wait around for food to come first. He had seen her work miracles and because he trusted her abilities, he couldn’t bring himself to question her.

His gaze traveled back to the sophisticatedly-dressed woman on the couch. Something about her was different. He could see it in the way she carried herself with much more confidence than before. Her shoulders were laid back and she seemed very relaxed in her environment.

Ji Cheong Shin walked to the coffee table, glancing at the security cameras outside of the halls and the reflective mirror. He adjusted his collar and cleared his throat. "Here comes your food."

Song Areum straightened up and Eun Ha Won began to pull out the files from her purse. In walked a man dragged by multiple security guards. The glass door locked behind him and no matter how many times the delivery man kicked the door, it didn’t react to him. Of course, it didn’t. He was the one who ordered the glass to be bullet-proof.

"Have a seat, why don’t you, Lee Min Woo." Song Areum briefly glanced at the ragged-appearance Lee Min Woo. A dirty jacket with questionably black stains covered the arms the way his well-tailored suits used to do. His shoulders were hunched and he didn’t look like the man she was familiar with. A twinge of remembrance sliced through her heart when she thought back to their high school days. Where did it all go wrong?

Her lips tilted into a frown as she let out a heavy sigh. She pitied and trusted him at the same time, prompting her decision to make him the Vice President. He had never done her wrong until recently. And maybe he could’ve crawled back to her saving grace if he had just told her the truth. She understood it was hard to withstand a parent’s pressure, especially when one couldn’t live up to their expectations. His betrayal of siding with the enemy was something she could never understand.