𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

CHAPTER:11

AUTHOR'S POV

In the heart of the city, jungkook's office stood as a fortress of power, a sleek and modern space designed for control and efficiency.

The sharp, clean lines of the furniture, the glass walls overlooking the bustling streets below, and the minimalist décor all reflected jungkook's no-nonsense approach to business.

His large mahogany desk was cluttered with contracts and reports, and the soft glow of a table lamp illuminated the meticulously organized papers in front of him.

Jungkook was seated behind the desk, his cold eyes scanning the documents as his assistant stood before him, explaining the details of a series of new deals.

The assistant's voice was calm, but there was an urgency beneath it as he outlined the latest developments.

Every word was important, every number crucial. Jungkook's mind, ever sharp, absorbed the information, his eyes flicking from page to page with quiet efficiency.

But suddenly, there was a disturbance-a clicking sound of high heels echoing through the hall. The noise grated against jungkook's disciplined focus. His hands tightened around the papers, irritation flickering in his dark eyes.

He didn't take interruptions lightly, especially not when it came to his works. Without even looking up, he already knew who was about to walk in.

The door swung open without so much as a knock.

A young, elegant woman entered, her movements confident, almost arrogant, as she strode into the room.

Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she was dressed in a sleek, fitted outfit that hugged her curves, clearly designed to impress.

She didn't ask for permission to enter; she didn't need to. She knew who she was dealing with, and she knew how to play her part.

"Mr. Jeon," the girl said in a low, almost sultry voice, a smile curling at the edges of her lips as she approached his desk.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and there was a certain playfulness in her tone, as if this whole display was some kind of game to her.

Jungkook lifted his gaze slowly from the papers, his expression unreadable. A smile tugged at his lips, but there was no warmth in it.

His mind, however, was already ticking, calculating. 'Her'.

His eyes narrowed slightly, though his face remained perfectly composed. She was trouble, and he knew it.

Elegant, beautiful, yes-but obedient? That part was nowhere to be seen,seems like she had a habit of pushing boundaries, testing limits. And today, she had crossed one of his lines.

Does she think this is a joke? His grip tightened on the papers once again, and he flicked a glance toward his assistant, who looked taken aback by the girl's sudden and brazen entry.

The tension in the room thickened as jungkook's sharp eyes fixed on Han soojin, the daughter of Mr Han.

She, of course, knew this-knew the leverage her father held over him. But jungkook didn't care for such games, not when it came to business, and certainly not when it came to personal matters.

The assistant stood there, momentarily unsure of what to do, his posture stiffening slightly.

He cleared his throat but said nothing, glancing between jungkook and the girl with an anxious expression.

It was clear that her presence was not only unexpected but unwelcome, and the tension in the air became palpable.

"Miss Han," jungkook finally spoke, his voice calm but edged with a warning. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the smile still playing on his lips.