"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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Isabella, stepped into the building, her demeanor confident and poised. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the modern interior.
She wore a chic yet polished outfit - The dress appears to have a fitted bodice with thin straps and a sweetheart neckline. It then flows down into a tailored, straight-cut skirt by a chic olive green blazer. The black jumpsuit, crafted from a soft, drapey fabric, hugged her figure perfectly while the blazer gave her a sophisticated and professional look.
Isabella pushed through the glass doors, her high heels click-clacking on the polished marble floor. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and her eyes were sharp behind her cat-eye glasses.
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"This picture doesn't belong to me!"
She walked through the maze of cubicles and offices, greeting her employees with a confident smile and a firm handshake. Despite the chaos of the morning, she exuded an air of calm and authority. As people scurried about, trying to meet deadlines and quotas, Isabella walked with purpose, her mind already immersed in the tasks of the day.
Isabella walked alongside Soo-min, trying to mask the pain she was feeling. She maintained her usual confident demeanor, but the slow pace of her steps betrayed her discomfort.
"I'm fine, really," she told Soo-min, a forced smile on her face. "Just a bit sore from my gym session yesterday. Don't worry about me."
The truth was, her left arm was still throbbing with pain, and walking was proving to be more difficult than she had expected. But she didn't want to show any weakness or vulnerability, especially in the office.
Isabella mentally cursed her decision to come to the office in her current condition. Her arm was killing her, and every step she took felt like a struggle.
As she walked beside Soo-min, she tried to keep her expression neutral, hiding her pain beneath a veneer of confidence.
Inwardly, she was cursing herself for not staying back at home and resting. But the work never stopped, and she knew she had to stay strong and in control, no matter how much it hurt.
