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Chapter Three Leya

Stepping out of the elevator on my way to my office, Marcel jumps up and rushes to me, excitement written all over his face.

"Did you see him?" He exclaims, eyes wide with awe.

"Who?" I reply casually as I continue toward my office.

"Who? The Korean-Italian God maybe?" His eyebrows knit.

I roll my eyes at his dramatics before entering my office. "Oh, him. Yeah."

"Yeah? He's the most handsome guy I've ever seen," he gushes, his expression dreamy. "The moment he walked up to my desk, I instantly blushed. Not a single word came out of me. He-"

"Marcel? How did he come to your desk?" I give him one of those, 'give me a good answer or I'll kill you' smile as I settle behind my desk.

He stumbles over his words. "Uh... you know... uhm." I see him trying to think about it. "He... actually, I-I don't know?!"

I'm fucking trying to stay calm despite the fact that some random guy had access to my floor.

"You don't know? Weren't you thinking 'oh why is someone other than my boss or the security on the fourth floor'? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Sweat beads on Marcel's forehead. "I-I'm sorry, I was-"

"Distracted by how handsome he is?" I bite back the urge to raise my voice, opting for a more composed approach. "What exactly did he do while he was here?"

"He introduced himself and just asked for you and-and I said that you were on your lunch break. After that he immediately headed back the elevator and left." His gaze is lowered, hands fidgeting in front of him. "I'm sorry, Leya."

"Call the head of the security! I want to know how he gained access to the elevator. That's not possible." I shift my eyes to the pile of work on the desk awaiting my attention. "Now!"

He turns and closes the door behind him. I sink back into my chair, releasing a deep sigh. I can't believe it. This day will bring me a headache, accompanied by one burning question I've been already asking myself: Who the fuck is this man? I don't even know him, yet he manages to annoy me. I have to check the security cameras. Pulling up the files on my computer, I begin inspecting the recorded footage. Rewinding and fast-forwarding through the recordings, I search for his entry point into my museum. Nothing. He didn't set foot through the main entrance. I go through the moment we opened the door... nothing. I rewind, I fast forward... nothing. How did he enter my building? I press the button to ring Marcel's desk.

"Yes, boss?" His voice still carries a hint of fear. Maybe I had been too harsh on him, but this stranger is testing my patience.

"Did you call the security?"

"Yes, they just hung up. They said they're going to look into it. Once they find something, they'll give you a call."

"Fine. Thank you."

With a heavy sigh, I reach for my phone, pressing on Yunsu's number, the head of my security team, at the top on my contact list.

"안녕하세요, 대표님," he greets me. I hope he knows I'm pissed.

"Look at the security footage! Now!" My tone conveys my anger, though I manage to restrain from shouting. "Do you see him entering through the main entrance?"

"No, boss."

"Then how did he come in if that's the only possible way for a customer?" I press, my impatience mounting.