KIDNAP [SEONGJOONG]

CHAPTER 8

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It was past twelve in the afternoon. The meeting was over and the enthusiasm of the chatters of the employees and the subtle hustle and bustle filled the meeting room. It was lunch break and everyone was ready to clog the canteen and get a hearty meal, as they needed to work for a good more hours after. The CEO had left long back, along with all the other important people, and hence the employees were at the liberty to talk without any restrictions.

"Sir, there is someone outside and he insists on meeting you."

The man at the desk looked up at his P.A from his paper works at the table, slightly creasing his eyebrows in question.

"No one is supposed to come right now," he replied, looking at the man in front of him, expecting a reply, "Who is it?"

"The man didn't say anything to me, Sir," replied the P.A in all honesty, "He just said he wants to meet you."

The man at the desk leaned backwards into his luxurious chair, twirling his pen in between his long fingers, still looking a bit confused. After a good few minutes of battling his thoughts of whether to let the anonymous person in or not, he finally looked up at his P.A.

"Alright, let him in," he ordered, as his P.A bowed and with a 'yes sir', he left. The man had settled his papers and put them neatly to one side, clearing the area in the centre. He fixed his expensive suit a bit and looked up at the door in anticipation and also with confusion. But as soon as the visitor walked in, his froze.

The anonymous man was a handsome guy, primly attired in a white shirt with a black coat over it and black jeans. His hair was neatly combed and his face shone, mainly with a small smile that lingered at the corner of his lips. So sweet were his expression and so calm was his presence that the only thing the seated man could hear was the insane throbbing of his own heart.

His breath hitched.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected-

The boy in stood in front of him, a subtle expression of a hint of confusion in his features, as he bowed to the seated man and took a seat in front of him. His composure was calm, yet his eyes couldn't lie, as they were scurrying around the room in eagerness, trying to hide something within them. The man had taken a note of this, but merely thought that he might have taken a fancy at the amazing design or the flawlessness in the cleanliness of his office room.

"Um- Mr. Choi," The boy spoke, his voice so sweet to the man sitting opposite of him, "Nice to meet you. I am-"

"Wooyoung," said Mr. Choi calmly, watching how the expressions of the named boy instantly changed from calmness to quick confusion and slight horror.

"H-How did you know me?" faltered Wooyoung, not quite realising the fact. Has he ever seen me before?

"I-" Mr. Choi paused, and then spoke again, "I've seen you before," he said, skillfully maintaining is calm demeanor, "Someone told me your name and so I happen to know it."

For some reason, he got this feeling that, the more he'll say, the more it will give Wooyoung the opportunity to ask questions, which he didn't want. Even though the boy in front of him looked interesting in several angles, he didn't have time to invest in idle talk. He decided to change the topic.