the top ~ jumin han

1 - meeting

cold air blew through the vents as you looked across your place of birth, seoul.
you were at a business meeting, staring out of the wide windows of the meeting room.

"miss l/n?"

you blinked, focusing back on the person across the table from you.

"ah, yes. those assets would be beneficial to your branch, wouldn't it?" you sheepishly breathed, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

i don't even know what i just said

"i agree- good choice. anyway.... blah....blah blah business blah...."

as the business man across the table droned on, you sighed to yourself, alone with your thoughts.

the perfect life. some would say that's what you had. a limitless amount of money you couldn't spend up if you tried, an array of possible boyfriends your mother and father were willing to set you up with at any time (as long as they had a good business background as well), power, some fame, and a pretty face with a pretty body.

perfect, right?

yeah, not really.

i may be at the top, but that doesn't mean i'm happy.
because you know,

it's lonely at the top.