"Did your ex go on his knees to worship you like I'm doing now?", he asked while kneeling down in front of her.
[𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨:-𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴]
[18+]
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Facing my manager, his intense gaze felt like it was peering into my very soul. Nervously, I swallowed hard, my fingers fidgeting with each other.
"This is your third time being late, yn," he remarked, positioning himself against the desk.
"Mr. Lee, I apologize and I assure you it won't happen again," I stammered.
"Are you taking this lightly?" he exclaimed, his hand slamming down on the desk, causing me to flinch.
"Remember, you are allowed only three late arrivals here. If it happens the third time, you'll have to face the CEO," he warned, noting my pleading expression.
"Please, Mr. Lee, I beg you," I implored.
"You need to go to the CEO's office now. If he sees the repeated lateness, it will reflect poorly on me as a manager of this department. You understand Mr. Jeon's temper," he explained.
"Fine, I'll go," I said, as I hurried towards the elevator.
I pressed the button for the top floor, 75th, in the elevator even as I work on the 25th floor. I've only seen Mr. Jeon once when he visited our floor for work, but he definitely made an impression.
With his strong presence and hand tattoos, he's quite attractive to me. I feel lucky to have a chance to see him up close today.
However, Mr. Lee warned me that he has a bad temper. I'm worried about the possibility of getting fired if things go wrong.
As I exited the elevator on the 75th floor, a profound silence enveloped me. The beating of my heart was the only sound I could hear, and I wish our own floor had such a peaceful atmosphere.
Pausing near the huge wooden door, I took a deep breath and straightened my appearance by dusting off my clothes. Knocking on the door, I heard a muffled "come in" and pushed it open, stepping inside.
The office was vast, exuding a blend of luxury and simplicity with its wooden flooring and grey-painted walls. It was evident that Mr. Jeon had a refined taste in design.
Seated in a grand chair, Mr. Jeon wore a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves that revealed his attractive tattoos. His white coat hung on the chair, and his dark hair was slicked back.
Feeling a lump in my throat, I approached him as he was concentrated on his laptop. I bowed respectfully and met his gaze as he acknowledged my presence.
"Mr. Lee informed me," he spoke in a deep voice, causing me to inhale deeply.
"I assure you, Mr. Jeon, it won't happen again," I responded, looking up at him earnestly.
