Jennie stares at Rose incomprehensively, trying her best to understand what's going on. The brown-haired girl was surprised that she was able to generate so many versions in a matter of seconds. The girl has already thought of the worst: for example, that Rose decided to quit because something started to happen between them, but that's stupid, right? However, the version has a right to life. Kim has also already imagined that Seokjin is going to go external so quickly, but that's just not possible. The company's policies would have to change drastically and the restructuring in the company would be colossal.
-Jennie.- The man attracted the girl's attention to himself.- I understand that this news is unexpected for you, to put it mildly.
He looked at Rose standing next to him and met her with understanding glances, then continued, turning back to Jennie again:
-But I thought about it for a long time, and we decided to choose you for this position.- The man keeps warm in his gaze, but in Kim's eyes he sees real confusion and even glimmering notes of anger.
-Wait.- Jennie throws up her hand and runs a frown back and forth between Rose and Seokjin. -I don't understand. The art director is now Rose! What's going on?
The blonde sighs and turns her head toward Seokjin.
-I'll talk to Jennie alone and explain the whole situation to her, okay? I think she has a lot of questions.
The man, after considering Rose's words for a second, eventually nods and returns his gaze to Jennie.
-Jennie, Roseanne's going to bring you up to speed.- The man was silent for a second, looking exactly into the eyes opposite.- And after that, I want you to think hard about my offer, okay? I hope to have a positive answer by Monday.
Kim puts her palm to her forehead, looking down at her feet. Her heart was still beating hard in her chest, and her hands were cold and trembling. It even becomes hard for her to breathe, so she rolls up her sleeves, and then grabs the collar of the hoodie with her fingers and pulls it away from her neck, as if it would help her breathe easier.
-I get it.- Jennie replies in a slightly stammering voice.- I... I... I need to think about this. I... I have to go.
-Yes, of course. - Seokjin smiles understandingly. - Jennie, don't worry, okay?
-Uh-huh.- The girl nods, and then, turning around and opening the door, literally runs out of the office.
Rose lets out a heavy sigh, and then breaks away from the table and starts heading for the door.
-I'll go talk to her. - The blonde casts a quick glance at the man and gets an approving nod from him.
She leaves the office and starts to look around, trying to find Jennie, and decides to go towards the elevators. She walks briskly down the corridors, peering into the open meeting rooms, checking for Jennie just in case.
Turning the corner, the girl notices Jennie, slowly walking towards the elevators. She is holding her forehead with one hand, obviously trying to think about what she has heard.
-Jennie.- Rose called out to her, trying to catch up quickly, but the girl was completely unresponsive.- Jennie, wait!
Kim can hear Rose's approaching footsteps and her voice perfectly well, but inside everything starts to tear up and she realizes she's angry, completely unaware of why.
Jennie looks around, realizing that there's no one else on the floor, which is good, because she's about to have a nervous breakdown. Too much has piled up in the last few months and now her nerves are on edge. The job interviews, the breakup with Irene, the heavy workload, the awakening feelings for her boss, and now the news of her promotion. Jennie was prepared for everything, but definitely not for this. She didn't like being lied to, and now she was about to find out something she never expected to hear. Rose has been lying to her all this time? What the hell is going on?!
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Why her? [CHAENNIE]
FanfictionJennie had every chance not to choose her, but sitting at her desk now, she realizes that she is constantly watching her. How she communicates with colleagues; how she holds a cup of coffee with thin fingers, bringing it to her lips; how she gives s...