"Jennie, this arrangement was never about what we want for ourselves. It's about what's expected of us."
"I understand the duty, Taehyung, but it's hard to ignore the silence between us. It feels like we're bound by an agreement we both hesitate to...
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A 5'4" woman strides confidently toward a sleek black Rolls-Royce parked at the airport exit, her petite figure contrasting elegantly with the luxury vehicle. Clutched in her hand is a mini Chanel bag, a touch of sophistication in her otherwise simple yet chic black-and-white dress that gracefully covers her knees. Her hair dances lightly with each step, exuding an air of effortless grace.
As she reaches the car, the driver, who had swiftly exited upon spotting her, greets her with a respectful bow. She acknowledges him with a nod, her demeanor calm and collected.
"I left my luggage at the jet," she informs him.
Without missing a beat, the driver responds, "I’ll go get it, ma'am," and he hurriedly heads back to retrieve her belongings.
Settling into the plush interior of the car, she takes a moment to breathe deeply, mentally preparing for the whirlwind of events that lay ahead. The driver soon returns, loading her luggage into the trunk before sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.
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At a lavish five-star restaurant, two men in exquisite suits are seated at a table surrounded by imposing bodyguards, their conversation a blend of business and camaraderie. The ambiance is refined, filled with the soft clinks of silverware and the low hum of polite chatter.
"I think this is the best decision to strengthen our companies and our relationship," one of them states, his expression serious yet hopeful.
The other man nods in agreement. "Certainly, but let’s not rush things. We should take it slow."
"I understand," the first man replies, leaning forward. "But I believe it’s better to announce it now and hold all the ceremonies at our convenience."
"I agree," the second man responds, his tone firm yet diplomatic. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Kim." He rises, extending his hand for a handshake.
"It was a pleasure meeting you too, Mr. Park," Mr. Kim replies, their handshake sealing a mutual understanding as they part ways, each man lost in thoughts of the future.
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A woman in her twenties paces in a office, her phone pressed tightly against her ear.
"Did you even discuss it with him first, Dad?" she questions, her tone edged with frustration.
The voice on the other line is steady but hesitant. "I haven’t yet, but I will talk to him about it tomorrow."
"And do you really think he’ll agree to it?" she retorts, her brow furrowing as she contemplates the implications of the conversation.
"I don’t know, but you need to come here as fast as you can," he pleads, urgency creeping into his voice.
"Okay, Dad, I’ll try to get there within two days," she concedes with a sigh, the weight of her family’s expectations hanging heavily on her shoulders.
"Thank you for understanding," he replies, relief palpable in his voice.
Just then, a woman enters the office, interrupting her thoughts. "Ma’am, Ms. Jones is here. We need to go."
"I’ll be right there," she responds, her focus shifting back to the present.
She returns to her phone call. "Dad, I have to go now. There are matters I need to attend to."
"It’s okay. Take care," he says, their conversation ending with a note of worry.
