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𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜
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The distant hum of the city was a constant backdrop to Yeonjun's thoughts as he sat at his desk, the gleaming mahogany surface a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. His sharp eyes scanned the documents before him, searching for the faintest sign of error amidst the sea of numbers and legal jargon. It was a sanctuary of sorts, his office high above the bustling streets, a place where he could hide from the world he never truly felt a part of.
The door swung open, interrupting the silence, and in bounced Yunhwa, her sugary voice sticking to the walls like a cloying perfume. "Hello mister Yeonjun~," she cooed, her smile as fake as the flowers adorning the reception area. Yeonjun's jaw tightened imperceptibly, his patience already stretched thin by the endless stream of incompetence that had plagued his day.
"Did you finish the files I gave you?", Yeonjun asked curtly, not bothering to look up from his work. He had no time for small talk, especially not with someone who seemed more interested in flirting than in doing their job.
Yunhwa hovered by the door, her eyes wide with innocence. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Yeonjun. I'll get right on it," she said, her voice dripping with insincerity. She knew his type, the cold and untouchable boss that everyone talked about. But she had a plan, and it involved getting closer to him, no matter the cost.
She went closer to the desk, her hips swaying as she moved. "I promise I won't disappoint you," she purred, placing a hand on his shoulder. Yeonjun's eyes shot up, and the coldness in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. He removed her hand firmly but without malice. "Yunhwa, your performance review is next week. I suggest you focus on your work rather than your flirtations," he said, his voice as sharp as the edge of a knife.
She walked closer to him, biting her lips as if contemplating her next move. The air in the room grew thick with tension, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Yeonjun's eyes narrowed, his hand itching to pick up the paperweight and throw it at her. He had enough of her games, but before he could act, the door opened again.
It was a male employee, named jiwon, who walked in, looking flustered. "Mr. Yeonjun, i-i... Uhhh finished the documents you requested," he stuttered, averting his eyes from Yunhwa's suggestive gaze. Jiwon was a diligent worker, but his shyness often made him a target for Yunhwa's teasing.
Yeonjun felt a surge of annoyance at the interruption, but he knew that Jiwon was one of the few employees he could actually rely on. He gestured for him to come forward. "Thank you, Jiwon. Leave them on the desk and take the rest of the day off," he said, his voice brusque but not unkind.
"And yunhwa go back to work, it's your last chance," Yeonjun added, his tone leaving no room for argument. She huffed and turned on her heel, the click-clack of her stilettos echoing down the hallway as she left.
Yeonjun suddenly received a email notification on his computer, the sound piercing the quiet of the office. He clicked it open, his eyes widening as he read the subject line: "Assistant Application - Beomgyu." It was from the HR department, and the name was unfamiliar. Beomgyu was a recent graduate, desperate for a job, and Yeonjun's interest was piqued. He needed someone reliable, someone who wouldn't be distracted by his cold demeanor or Yunhwa's advances.
The CV was messy, the cover letter full of typos, but there was something about the raw honesty in Beomgyu's words that resonated with Yeonjun. Despite the glaring errors, the determination and grit shone through the digital ink. He decided to give the boy a chance, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could find someone who didn't see him as a target or a prize to be won.
The next day, Beomgyu arrived, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He was dressed in a suit that was slightly too big for him, the fabric whispering of his financial struggles. Yeonjun took one look at him and knew that this was a kid who had been through the wringer. The thought of his own past surfaced briefly before he shoved it back down. This wasn't about pity, it was about finding someone who could handle the job.
The boy was arguing with yunhwa at the reception desk.
"Are you stupid enough to think that iam here to hit on your crush? I am definitely not like you, let me in!" Beomgyu's voice was laced with annoyance, his cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Yeonjun's curiosity grew as he approached the reception desk, where the confrontation was unfolding.
"You must be the yeonjun boss guy? I'm your new assistant, Beomgyu," the young man said as he stepped aside from the desk, his voice steady despite the exchange with Yunhwa.
"Ugh! Just stop iam his assistant!", Yunhwa said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, obviously annoyed by Beomgyu's arrival.
Yeonjun's gaze flicked from Yunhwa to Beomgyu, noticing the defiance in the young man's stance. He couldn't help but admire the guts it took to stand up to someone like Yunhwa, especially on the first day. "Welcome, Beomgyu," he said, his voice even, betraying none of the turmoil he felt inside. "Yunhwa you are fired," he added without looking at her, the words cutting through the air like a guillotine.
