"You know very well what I can do."
He huskily whispered against your ear, tightening his grip on your waist making you hiss.
"You are misbehaving with me, Mr Kim."
You gritted your teeth when you found him opening the strap of your dress from your...
"I'LL FOLLOW MY OWN HEART, NOT HIS COMMANDS. I'LL SHOW HIM THAT I'M NOT AFRAID TO BE MYSELF..."
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Author's pov
As you stepped into the Kim Emirates building, a mix of emotions swirled inside you. Excitement for your first day, nervousness about meeting new people, and a hint of desperation to prove yourself. You had been counting on this opportunity to support your parents, and you couldn't afford to mess it up.
The receptionist greeted you with a warm smile. "Good morning, welcome to Kim Emirates. How can I help you?"
"Good morning," you replied with the same smile. "I'm here for my first day. I'm supposed to meet Ms. Kim Jennie."
The receptionist's expression changed, and she asked, "What's your name?"
You were taken aback by the question but replied, "My name is Lee Y/N."
She picked up the phone and announced your arrival to someone. Then, she instructed a sweeper to escort you to Ms. Kim's office.
As you followed the sweeper, your mind raced with possibilities. What would your role be? Who would you be working with? The sweeper stopped in front of a door, and you entered, greeting Ms. Kim with a nervous smile.
"Good morning, Ms. Kim. I'm Y/N." You bowed politely.
She looked up from her desk, her expression unreadable. "Sit down, Y/N."
You sat down, trying to read her expression, but it revealed nothing.
"Here's your contract," she said, handing you a form. "But I'm afraid there's been a change."
You took the form, and your heart sank as you read the words "terminated" stamped across it. "Why?" you demanded, feeling a surge of anger.
"I haven't even started working yet. What did you do wrong?"
Jennie's expression remained neutral as she listened to you.
"I don't know. The president ordered it. You can meet him on the top floor, right corner office, to discuss it."
"But why?" you pressed, trying to understand. "What did I do?"
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really don't know."
You felt a surge of frustration and anger. This opportunity was your last hope to help your parents. You couldn't let it slip away without a fight.
"Fine," you said, standing up. "I'll go meet the president."
Jennie nodded. "Be careful, Y/N. The president is not someone to be trifled with."
You stormed out of the office, determined to confront the president. You took the elevator to the top floor, your heart racing with anticipation.
