• Love For Rent •JC

Chapter 08 • Assistant.

Third Person
Omniscient Pov

The Next Morning
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Jeonghan found himself standing before the immaculate glass doors of Choi Enterprises, taking a steadying breath before stepping inside. The building exuded power, with its sprawling marble floors and soaring ceilings that made him feel small and slightly out of place. He could smell a faint hint of polished wood and fresh lavender—the expensive kind—that only heightened his sense of unfamiliarity.

The lobby buzzed with sharply dressed employees moving purposefully, their strides confident and focused. As an Omega, he felt somewhat vulnerable in this space dominated by high-ranking Alphas and Betas, his presence a subtle clash against the cold, corporate elegance around him.

Approaching the reception desk, he tried to keep his composure as the receptionist, an impeccably dressed woman with a poised smile, looked up at him. "Good morning. How may I assist you?"

Clearing his throat, Jeonghan attempted to sound professional, hiding the mix of anticipation and nervousness in his voice. "I have an appointment. I’m here to meet… Mr. Choi."

The receptionist’s smile didn’t waver as she checked her screen. "Mr. Yoon Jeonghan, correct?"

"Yes," he replied, feeling a little on edge, half-expecting Hae-in to appear out of nowhere and remind him why he was here.

"Mr. Choi’s office is on the twenty-third floor," she said, her voice polite yet businesslike. "Someone will be waiting to guide you to him."

He thanked her and made his way to the elevator, his pulse quickening. The weight of his decision settled over him—he’d agreed to pretend to be in a relationship with Seungcheol so that the Alpha could inherit his family’s wealth, and in return, he would receive eight million won. For Jeonghan’s family, struggling under a mountain of debt, that money would mean freedom. But the arrangement was far from simple, especially given the complicated history between him and Seungcheol.

The elevator chimed as he reached the twenty-third floor, and a young man in a crisp suit was waiting to greet him. "Mr. Yoon, this way, please." The assistant led him down a sleek hallway lined with polished wood floors and abstract art, the opulence of Choi Enterprises bearing down on Jeonghan with every step.

When they reached a pair of tall, imposing doors, the assistant knocked softly before opening them. "Mr. Yoon Jeonghan is here."

Seungcheol stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back turned, but Jeonghan could already sense his Alpha presence. The air was thick with Seungcheol’s scent—a potent blend of cedarwood and musk that filled the room, reminding Jeonghan of the night they’d shared, the momentary passion that had left him both shaken and captivated. At the sound of Jeonghan’s name, Seungcheol turned, surprise flashing across his face before he masked it with a cool, professional look. He ended his call and slid his phone into his pocket, gesturing for the assistant to leave.

"So, Yoon Jeonghan was you," he said, his voice steady but with a glint of curiosity. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Jeonghan kept his tone light, meeting Seungcheol’s gaze with a confidence he didn’t fully feel. "I, uh, just started working here. Your aunt… she arranged it. Said you needed a new personal assistant."