Chp.28<Yoki shinai hito

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Meaning: An Unexpected Person

Cheyenne's POV

"So where exactly are we going?" V asked, following me.

I started to say something but then forgot. I honestly didn't know where exactly we were supposed to go in the first place.

"I, um, we're going to office 221. You do know where we're going now, right?" I said, looking past my shoulder.

"Office 221? That's on the most upper level of this building. Are you even sure we can go up there? Those people up there are star leveled professionals who pay for expensive jobs....and people."

"What? Well, that lady who did ask for you looked super professional for a regular working lady...," I mumbled, repicturing that lady and her super fancy clothing.

V nodded in agreement, "Exactly," He said.

We went into the elevator and I looked for the 4th level button, at least, I think that was the button to press since it had a star next to it.

When we got to the 4th floor, I immediately headed towards the left hall because that was where V said to go to in order to get to office 221. And I had to say, the door was very obvious because it was larger than the rest.

I opened the door, giving V a wary expression. Inside the room was exactly the description of professional. V and I looked everywhere around the room in awe. The room was all covered in black and white, equaling professional colors. The lights were fancy, the large windows were fancy, curtains, carpet, and tables. 

"You were right when you said this floor was professional...," I said to V, he nodded.

"Excuse me," A familiar voice said to the right of me. V and I turned to it.

It was that same woman and someone else that was different. It was a man who was also dressed professionally, tight suit and tie. He had light blond hair and was handsome, but not as much as V. 

"Hello there, Tae Hyung." The man said. I looked over at V who had a blank expression.

"Who are you?" V asked the man.

"Pak Seong-su, and this is my assistant, Dasom." The man said, motioning to that lady.

My eyes widened to her name. Dasom? I knew it.

She was familiar from the start.

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