My Mr. Arrogant

chapter 6 - What have I gotten myself into

Author's POV
Leah had never been particularly interested in climbing the corporate ladder; that's why she'd accepted a lower position in the first place. But today's incident had ignited a fierce determination within her. As she followed in the footsteps of her husband through the bustling office, she was resolute in her pursuit of a higher position.

Park Leah's POV
I trailed my husband's path, aware of the hushed snickers and murmurs from my colleagues. Determination coursed through me, urging me to quicken my pace. However, he slipped into the elevator bound for the ninth floor, his office's destination. I rushed to the adjacent elevator, my heart pounding with a mix of anger, pain, and humiliation. Should I really confront him in his office? I hesitated, my emotions a tempest within me, but ultimately, anger won the battle.

As the elevator dinged open on the ninth floor, I steeled myself, masking my inner turmoil. Each click of my heels echoed loudly in the corridor, a testament to my determination to secure a higher position within the company.

My thoughts raged as I approached his secretary's desk, my desperation for advancement intermingling with my anger. "I want to see the CEO," I said firmly, though I concealed my inner turmoil, aware of the officer's penchant for gossip and rumors.

The secretary, her expression less than welcoming, asked, "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Jimin?"

I seethed internally, cursing her silently. "No, I don't," I replied through a forced smile. "Don't you recognize me?" I inched closer, disdain dripping from my words.

She scrutinized me for what felt like an eternity. "No, ma'am," she replied impassively.

Her response cut like a knife, and I longed to unleash my fury. "Could you do me a favor, then? Let him know that Mrs. Park Leah is here to see him." The use of his surname felt odd after our marriage, but it was a necessary reminder.

The secretary's eyes widened in surprise, and she hastily bowed. "Wait! Are you Mrs. Park?" she asked.

I nodded, savoring the newfound respect. "Yes," I affirmed, reveling in the acknowledgment.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Jimin is not in," she replied, avoiding eye contact.

"Did he instruct you to say that?" I scoffed wickedly.

Before she could respond, I pushed past her and stormed into his office. As I twisted my neck, relishing a sense of wicked satisfaction, I couldn't help but berate myself for not taking this assertive step sooner.

Author's POV
Leah's entrance into Jimin's office was nothing short of jaw-dropping. As the door swung open, I couldn't help but be amazed. It was a space that was bigger than the confines of my childhood room at my parents' house.

My gaze was immediately drawn to a massive floor-to-ceiling glass window that provided an awe-inspiring panorama of Seoul. The city sprawled below, a breathtaking vista. It was a view that could steal anyone's breath.

Jimin's office held secrets, too. It boasted a bathroom, strangely soundproof. The sort of place where you could shout your heart out, and no one beyond those walls would hear you. The luxury was evident, as was the hint of an enigma.

Two expansive couches beckoned, and Jimin's desk was strategically positioned near the towering window. He sat casually in a swiveling chair, an embodiment of ease and authority. Two imposing business chairs stood sentinel-like in front of his desk, flanking the plush couches.

The room exuded wealth, power, and a touch of mystery. But as Leah entered, the atmosphere changed. Jimin deftly manipulated the blinds, sealing off the outside world from their clandestine meeting. The room transformed into a cocoon of intrigue, hidden from prying eyes.

That was when it all rushed back to Leah. The reason she had ventured into this lavish enclave in the first place.

Park Leah's POV
My anger surged as I confronted him. "What was the meaning of what you did out there?" I snapped, my voice aflame. I stamped my foot in defiance and crossed my arms, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.

Jimin's response was chillingly calm, devoid of emotion. "Like I said, we are not to interfere in each other's affairs," he declared, his eyes locked onto mine.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I am your wife, for goodness' sake!" I protested. "Those rules shouldn't apply to us at work! What will people say? What if these rumors reach our parents?" My frustration was palpable as I ran my hands through my hair.

"Wow, I really didn't think of that," he replied nonchalantly, aggravating me further.

Before I could retort, a sudden sound interrupted us—the unmistakable flush of a toilet from the bathroom. Suspicion etched across my face as I shot him a questioning look.

"If you're done, please get out," he dismissed me with a wave of his hand. "We'll discuss this at home."

I stood my ground, refusing to budge. "I'm not leaving until you give me the promotion I deserve," I asserted boldly. "This is our parents' company, and I want a department on the 9th floor."

Jimin relented with surprising ease. "Sure, you can have whichever department you want," he conceded, shooing me away dismissively.

It was almost too simple. I had secured the promotion, but my discontent lingered. With a heavy sigh of frustration, I turned to leave, only to hear the bathroom door swing open behind me. My curiosity got the better of me, and I turned back to see...