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BOSS pt.2 [K.SJ]

Hllowwww my sapphires!
I'm back with other part of 'Boss'. Read part-1 to understand the story, and have fun reading!

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THIRD PERSON'S POV

Y/N sat at her desk, fingers flying over the keyboard, a pen balanced between her lips. Her hands moved swiftly, her brow furrowed in concentration. The desk was buried beneath a mountain of files, all of which needed to be completed by the end of the day.

"Oh God, when will this end?" Y/N muttered under her breath, frustration simmering in her voice. She had been at this for three relentless days, and today was the final push.

The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor caught her attention. She glanced over quickly but saw nothing out of the ordinary-just another person passing by, likely carrying out some pointless task.

"What does that stupid CEO think of himself?" Y/N muttered, not bothering to lower her voice.

"Wow, anger much?" came a teasing voice. Her colleague, Namjoon, stood nearby with a playful smile, arms crossed as he watched her.

Y/N stopped typing, letting out a heavy sigh as she swiveled her chair around to face Namjoon.

"Oh, what am I supposed to do?" Y/N exclaimed, frustration clear in her voice. "I don't even know anything about this CEO except his surname, and yet this guy has the audacity to dump all this work on me!"

"Yeah, exactly." Namjoon replied, glancing over at the mess of files and papers on her desk. "He didn't give anyone else anything to do. Looks like you're the only one working. Did he seriously give all the work just to you?" he concluded, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"This dude seems so full of himself. I demand my salary be tripled." Y/N joked, her tone still edged with anger. Namjoon burst out laughing, unable to hold it in.

TIME SKIP

The steam filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirror as Y/N sank into the warm water, letting out a deep sigh. The day's frustrations slowly began to melt away, the soothing heat easing the tension in her muscles. She closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her, hoping it would rinse away the stress that had been building up for days. The soft sound of water dripping from the faucet was the only noise, a quiet contrast to the chaotic thoughts still swirling in her mind.

It had been five days since her friend had proposed to her, and he hadn't left her alone since. Every morning, without fail, he sent her a "good morning" message-always with a strange string of numbers at the end. Each one felt more unsettling than the last.

Three days ago, it had been, "Good morning, love - 3." Then, two days ago, "Good morning, love - 2." Yesterday, "Good morning, love - 1." But today, the message read, "Good morning, love, be ready - 0." A cold shiver ran down her spine as she stared at the screen, the words creeping into her mind and refusing to leave.

She powered down her phone and set it aside on the shelf, sinking deeper into the comfort around her.

That was until a sudden, rapid knocking echoed through the door, making her flinch. Fear crept over her; she lived alone in the house.

The knocking came from her bedroom door, not the bathroom. But still-how had someone gotten inside the house!?

She sprang to her feet, darting toward the bathroom cupboard to grab her bathrobe. With trembling hands, she hurriedly slipped it on.

She was still fumbling to tie the robe properly when a new flurry of knocks erupted, this time on the bathroom door. The sound was rapid, filled with an unsettling aggression that made her flinch.