My Love For You || KTH || 21+ ✔

CH:09

Taehyung

With the pen playing between my index finger and middle finger, I watched the presentation about the new project unfold on the big screen in front of me. It is a 3D video of the plan of the seven-star hotel we are going to build.

I am in the meeting room, with me here are my manager and the eight members of the engineering team that I appointed for this project. We are sitting at the long table in the meeting room and we are being explained about this project by the leader of this group, Mr. William.

He is British and has been working under our company for over nine years now. He has taken the lead in many previous projects and has never disappointed me. So this time too I decided to hand over this project to him.

As Mr. William's speech suddenly stopped, we all turned to the half-open door where his attention was. There is my secretary, Miss Rossi, with her head poking through the gap in the door.

When her eyes found me, she spoke.

"Excuse me for interfering, sir, but your father has come to see you and wishes to have a conversation with you." I sighed as she informed me. What does he want now?

"Okay, tell him to wait in my office." I ordered her. As her head disappeared through the gap again, I turned to my manager."Take care of the rest for me."

"Sure, sir." With his response, I got up from the heat of the leather chair.

Fixing my coat, I left the meeting room, I know my father is not someone who likes to wait for too long. It does not suit his ego.

As soon as I stepped out of my private elevator, I was met by my father's guard, Antonio, standing by my office door.

Hearing my footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, his head turned to me. When his brown eyes landed on me, he nodded at me with a small smile, I nodded in response and entered the office.

As I entered, I met my father sitting comfortably on the long gray sofa at the end of my office, a cup of coffee in his hand. His long black overcoat is lying freely on the arm rest of the sofa. His eyes are staring out at the busy city outside the large glass wall in front of him.

Hearing the door close behind me, his attention turned to me.

"Oh, there you are." He placed the half-empty coffee cup on the glass coffee table in front of him. "Come on, sit down." He pointed me to his side on the sofa.

Taking off my coat, I walked over to my office chair before placing it on the high leather headboard of the office chair. I made my way towards the sofa where my father was sitting and sat at the other end of it.

"Is there a special reason for your sudden visit?" I asked, melting into the comfort of the sofa, but honestly, in the back of my mind I had an idea as to why.

"Nothing special." He replied. Crossing one leg over the other, he turned to me. "I was coming back from my doctor's appointment for my monthly check-up, so I thought I'd drop by the office."

Right.....my father has cholesterol.

"How is your health now?"

"Same as usual. Either increasing or decreasing." He rested one of his elbows on the headboard between us on the sofa. "It seems like there will never be a day when my health is normal."

"That day will come, if you stop drinking those few glasses of whiskey every night." I said, knowing that he drinks every night before eating, my mother always tells me about it and she says that is the reason why his body does not respond to the medicine he takes for his illnesses. I wonder if his doctor doesn't know about this.