Our Glamorous Time( A Vsoo adaptation novel by Ding Mo)

Chapter 32(Truths and Falsities)

On Monday, the regular meeting for the company management was held.

Jisoo arrived rather early. After sitting for a while, managers of the various departments and the company’s executives started to stream in.

Snow was falling heavily outside the window and it soon became a blurry image of white. The meeting room was bright with a tranquil atmosphere. The New Year’s decorations hanging from the ceiling that had been hung the “previous year” hadn’t yet been taken down. They added some warm colors to the room. No matter how much tribulations there had been in the past year, the managers all wore grins on their faces; they welcomed one another back warmly and enjoyed themselves by joking around.

Whenever the big boss wasn’t present, the meeting room was always bustling with activity.

Jisoo was the youngest woman in the room but she was a smooth-talker; she knew when to step back or when to take initiative. This enabled her to strike up an impromptu conversation with the middle-aged managers from the production department sitting near her, and they got along pretty well.

But they would of course get along well. The first thing she’d done that morning was bring in the elaborate gifts from America, and then she’d asked her subordinate to distribute them to each and every department. Formalities were often indispensable, and no one would reject gifts—if one had insufficient experience, favors and connections could make up for it.

In the middle of their conversation the meeting room door opened once again. Taehyung, with a suit and a posture as straight as a pencil, walked in wearing a serene expression. Behind him followed Jiang Yuan, who had a warm smile on his face.

The meeting room immediately fell silent.

Taehyung sat down at the head of the table. Jiang Yuan put down his notebook and large military thermos before sitting in the back row, where Jisoo used to sit.

Sitting in the boss’s chair, Taehyung placed one hand on the table and lifted his head to look at everyone in the room. Jisoo was dozens of people away from him and could only gaze at him from afar. Even this distance she could feel his strong and cold aura.

She hadn’t seen him in a few days. In the broad daylight and in front of such a large crowd, he seemed slightly different—more like a stranger.

His black suit was neatly pressed and cut in a way that nicely emphasized a man’s shoulders and waistline. His white shirt, navy blue tie, shiny cufflinks, and strong hand spread on the table all contributed to his introverted but stable aura. And when he lifted those deep eyes to gaze at you, you could clearly feel the quiet yet strong aura that was unique to him.

Jisoo had to admit that looking at him like that made her heart pound even more than it made her feel touched.

She guessed that everyone else in the room also shared the same sentiment. When Taehyung very naturally scanned the room, everyone became even quieter—the quietest it had ever been in there.

“How was your New Year’s?” he asked. His voice was low and cold, but there was amusement floating in his eyes.

Then, everyone broke into a smile. Seated on his right, the vice-president, Liu Tong, was the first to respond. “Mine wasn’t bad. My whole family and I went back to our hometown. I brought back some local specialties which I’ll have my secretary hand out later on.”

“Yeah!””Great!””Thank you, Vice-president Liu!” Everyone took turns cheering.

Seated on his left, Jimin smiled. “New year, new atmosphere. During the holiday, our President Kim was exceptionally busy—he was never off his feet.”