He is The Boss || Markrong

Chapter 19 || He is the Boss

Chorong

I slowly opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar room. Pretty much, I got myself a really strong hangover because of what I just drink, last night. I don't even want to move right now or care about the room I am in. A knock on the door made me sat up, and ruffling my hair in frustration."Probably, the one who kidnapped me." I mumbled as I opened the door.

An old lady suddenly appeared in front of me while holding a tray. My eyes widened in shock and asked."Excuse me, where am I?" She didn't answer and only smiled at me as she led me to the kitchen by holding my wrist. I sat on the chair and waited for her to reply. It wasn't that long when she took out a paper and a pen.

'Eat, it's delicious.'  was written on the paper. I immediately thought about her condition and without any questions I started eating the soup. She placed a pill beside me and gestured me to drink it after eating. I nodded and continued eating. It was really silent and then she accidentally dropped the pot cover. I immediately stood up and checked on her. She pushed me away with a smile planted on her face. 'Don't you have work?' She showed me the paper.

"Oh!" I said as I run towards the room I came from and took my bag. She blocked my pathway and showed me her paper once again.'Sir told me to let you have a bath. I have prepared everything.' was written. I knitted my eyebrows together."Sir?" I asked her and then wrote something on her sketchbook.Mark? I closed my eyes and tried to remember everything.

Before I could even think straight, the old lady pushed me to the bathroom and closed the door."Wait." I told her as I opened the door."I don't have any spare clothes." She smiled and pointed at the clothes placed beside the sink. My jaw dropped as I saw the beauty products for the skin and then a question went to my mind."Why does Mark have these things?" I muttered, before going to the shower. 

It was a pretty hot shower. The towel wrapped around me while I am checking the clothes the old lady prepared. I feel so uncomfortable as I saw a new undergarments, I quickly changed and started drying my hair with a hair blower. A knock was heard and It was the old lady, she went to me and let me sat on a chair for her to reach the upper part of my hair." What's your name?" I asked, politely.

She showed me her sketchbook."Soomin? What a pretty name." I told her, and then she stopped to tell me that my hair is already dry. I started finishing my make up and I checked the time one last time but instead I saw a text message from Hayoung. I opened it, 

Chorong, where are you? Come at the xxx building.

I closed my phone."Thank you." I thanked the old lady then bowed at her. Even though It was a short time, I had fun with Soomin. Now that I am in the taxi, I can't help but realize that I was in Mark's house the whole time. How did I got there? That alcohol must be really strong to not even make me remember a tiny bit of what happened, last night.

The taxi stopped in front of the xxx building, I hopped off and looked at how high it was. What floor was I going? I went in and approached the receptionist. She asked me what was my purpose in going here."I am here for Ms. Oh." I replied. She told me to go to the fifth floor and so I did.

As soon as I got off the elevator, I went to the room that the receptionist told me to go. I opened the door to see Hayoung already with the camera. She noticed me and immediately stopped Hyunjin, her photographer and boyfriend. I bowed my head at her."I am so sorry for being late." I apologized. 

Hayoung shook her head."It's fine, really." She said and showed me the make-up kits. Those are really expensive brands and some are endorsed by Hayoung. Hyunjin called out for Hayoung, so she had to leave me. I sighed as I stood there while checking my phone from time to time. Suddenly, phone lit up."Who is this?" I asked myself.