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The tension between Isabella and Taehyung had reached a boiling point. For over a week, they'd perfected the art of avoidance—sidestepping each other in hallways, avoiding shared elevators—Actually, they usually aviod, and even timing their coffee breaks to avoid accidental encounters.
In the meetings, their eyes rarely met. When they did, it was a fleeting collision—two planets brushing past in the vastness of space. Isabella's jaw clenched; Taehyung's knuckles whitened as he gripped his pen. Their silence spoke volumes.
Jimin, had become their unofficial referee. His eyes darted between them during presentations, tracking their every move. Soo-min and Sujin exchanged knowing glances. They'd seen office romances and rivalries, but this? This was a cold war—a battle of wills that threatened to freeze the entire floor.
And so, in the sterile meeting room, Isabella and Taehyung faced each other across the table. Their faces showed no emotion—no anger, no regret. It was as if they'd both donned masks, hiding vulnerability behind CEO armor.
Isabella's gaze remained fixed on her laptop screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard. She'd perfected the art of avoidance—typing emails with laser focus, pretending the world beyond her monitor didn't exist. But she felt Taehyung's presence like a magnetic pull, an invisible thread tugging at her composure
Taehyung, too, played his part. His tablet lay open before him, stock market graphs and profit margins displayed in stark black and white. He analyzed data with ruthless precision, his jaw set in a firm line. Yet, every so often, his eyes flickered toward Isabella—a fleeting glance that held more weight than a thousand words
Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his chair, caught in the crossfire. He had always been the peacemaker, but this feud was beyond his soothing words. Soo-min and Sujin exchanged worried glances. The air crackled with unspoken accusations, and the fluorescent lights seemed harsher, unforgiving. The room itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next move.
Outside the window, rain streaked down, blurring the view of the city. The drops tapped against the glass like a mournful melody.
Ruby William, the PR head manager, stepped into the room with her team. The meeting had been convened to address the chaos—courtesy of Taehyung—that had erupted during the employee encouragement event. As she entered, she sensed the palpable tension, a cold war brewing between Isabella and Taehyung.
Clearing her throat, Ruby began, "I apologize for being late." Both Isabella and Taehyung set aside their tablets and laptops, their attention now on her. "Allow me to introduce myself," Ruby continued, "I'm Ruby William, the PR head manager. So, Our team analyzed the data from every platform of social media" The PR team huddled around a digital screen. Charts and graphs danced, reflecting the social media frenzy outside.
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