My Turn [𝐙𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐖 FF]

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ɴɪɴᴇ

Nunew stepped into the private restaurant, the bell above the door chiming as he entered. A staff member quickly approached him with a polite greeting.

"This way, Mr. Perdpiriyawong," she said, leading him down a quiet corridor.

He gave a brief, composed nod in response. As they proceeded down the hallway, his heels struck the glossy floor with a steady, rhythmic beat, the sound echoing lightly in the quiet.

He is dressed in a sleek, all-white ensemble consisting of a tailored white blazer and matching trousers. Underneath the blazer, he wears a light, satiny blouse that complements the monochrome look. 

Gold jewelry adorned his fingers, neck, and wrists, each piece perfectly placed to enhance his polished look. A particular ring, the one Zee had given him for his birthday, rested on his pinky finger, catching the light as he moved.

Outside the door was two man in suit standing straight. The staff member slowly opened the door, revealing the figure seated inside. 

'Already here?' His lips curled in amusement, though he kept his thoughts to himself.

The woman turned as the door clicked open. Her gaze, sharp and evaluating, followed him as he passed by without so much as acknowledging her presence.

He moved with deliberate ease, taking the seat across from her, his body language relaxed, as if he owned the room.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Janice," he said smoothly, his eyes finally locking with hers.

"You're an hour late." Her stare was cold, her tone cutting.

A soft laugh escaped Nunew as he leaned back, one arm draped casually over the chair's armrest, his chin resting thoughtfully on his hand. He sensed the irritation radiating from her, but he couldn't help but find the situation amusing.

Her eyes roamed over him, pausing on each detail, clearly weighing her thoughts in a silent assessment. It wasn't just a glance, it felt more like a calculation.

Nunew noticed but didn't let it faze him, he knew exactly why he'd chosen this look.

He'd dressed with purpose, every piece of his outfit meticulously selected to radiate confidence and a touch of superiority.

He wanted her to feel that gap between them, to recognize that she was facing someone who was distinctly out of her league.

"I'm surprised you didn't leave," she remarked, trying to regain some control.

"Believe me, I wanted to. Your two bodyguards wouldn't let me out. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. It's all because of you. What do you want from me?" she snapped, irritation dripping from her words.

"Let's get straight to the point." Nunew's expression shifted into a serious one. 

"Who leaked those photos?"