My Divine Miss Young-Min | J.J.K

CHAPTER 4: THE BULLIES

Young-Min's Point of View

I push on the elevator's button repeatedly in a hope that the floors would magically whoosh from 1st floor to the 12th floor, but it's obviously doesn't work that way.

Shoot—! Shoot—! Shoot! Definitely not my day!

When the door is finally open I run as quickly as I can to the meeting room.

At the entrance, I pause and take a deep breath before entering. I turn the doorknob and peek inside. Luckily, the room was unlit as a presentation is going on. I sigh as I open the door slightly; just enough for my small body to get through. I creep and walk as quietly as I can to an empty space just four chairs away.

Tiptoe-ing—

First chair—Second chair—Third chair. Yes—One more.

As I reach the last one, the lights flickers.

Damn it—

"Ah—Miss Young-Min, glad you can make it."

Oh—No!

The Managing Director, Jung Won-Shik's authoritative tones permeate my ears as I stay standing before my chair.

I look up at Jung Won-Shik, the Managing Director and emits an apologetic smile.

Thud—

My duffle bag lays flat on the ground. A helping hand appears on my left, retrieving the bag and sets it back on the table. I quickly make a mental note to thank the person later when I caught Jung Won-Shik's gaze burns onto me.

O—boy.

"I'm sorry sangmoo-nim. I was involved in a car accident on the way here."

"Ah—woman's driver. I bet she ran over the car while tending to her phone."

Everyone was laughing. Hot anger rush creeps along the skin of my neck to my cheek.

"Excuse me! I was knocked by a man!" I said with a visible annoyance on my face.

"Ah—I wouldn't mind being knocked by her," said San-Ook adding fuel to the situation. The dying laughter merged back on.

I bite the inside of my mouth, fuming with embarassment... "Well, I am glad I amuse you all today. Thank you so much for making me as a laughing stock this early." I bow twice as I said the spiteful sarcasm while sitting down.

"Ow—Did I detect a tint of sarcasm in your tone, Miss Young-Min?" Jung Won Shik asks and challenges me with his gaze.

"No sangmoo-nim. It is entirely my fault. I will not be late in the near future."

"Wow—In the near future? Such strong promises, Miss Young-Min. I take your word for that. Can I?"

"Ye—You can count on that sangmoo-nim."

I take a deep breath as I lay out my files on the table. I reach for a pen in my bag and sigh with relief as I found one. I click on it and scribble down onto the top right corner.

No ink?

I sigh and my neck automatically slumps in defeat.

Good god... Let me just give up already.

Then, a hand creeps under my left elbow. Tapping a pen lightly onto my lower arm. I inspect the person on my left. A man with a beanie is smiling at me. He nudges the pen towards me. Sensing a kind gesture I take the pen mouthing a 'thank you' and smile.

He smiles back and white pearly teeth shine back at me.

Wow--That's nice.

And that vein on his hand.

My heart skips a beat.

What?

I tilt my head slightly to shake the feeling off.

Then, the reports continue for each department. I'm in the middle of taking mental notes on what to add more on my own report when a hand nudges my left elbow again. I look at him as his pout is signaling to the right where Jung Won-Shik is sitting.

Shoot--! Not again!

"Well, Miss Young-Min? Can you or not?"

My eyes widen.

Damn it. I cannot let him know that I don't pay attention to the meeting.

As a result of a quick thinking, I decided to gamble the answer. Yes is always a common good answer.

I can always argue later.

"Yes, I can?" I give a box-smile as I look at him. Jung Won-Shik smiles and I look at the person on my left. I meant to ask what the question is, but he is obviously busy writing and twirling some sort of patterns and circles on his writing pad.

"Okay. That settled it then. San-Ook will take over the remaining reports on Miss Young-Min's coverage on the Busan upcoming political campaign. Yong-Sun and So-Young will take charge of the fashion show this weekend. And the rest just stick to the same tasks."

"Eh--? Why should I give all my reports to San-Ook-nim? I've been working on that report for the past 2 months. This is not fair," I gesture my annoying gaze to Jung Won-Shik.

"No. That is why we are discussing it right now, Miss Young-Min. Everyone had agreed to alternate editors. Our own hoejang-nim, Mr. Jung himself had encouraged this for diversity. Rejecting the task mean a disgrace to the Chairman himself."

"But--,"

"No buts Miss Young-Min. Everyone already agreed to this."

I draw my eyesights to all the members. Everyone seems happy. Feeling defeated, I back down as I don't want to be seen as a rebel.

O, boy.

"Okay,"

"Okay. Good. Then, you will go to Seoul to interview Yung Sun-Hee."

"What?!" Seoul?! No! No, I can't!" My voice shrieks out of shock as I finally register the task.

"Why? Are your mother's still sick, Miss Young-Min?" Jung Won-Shik sudden-question rings a bell in my head.

'No—She is alright. It's just that--,"

"Opft—She will be fine. It's just the weekends. There should be someone to take care of her, right? Besides, you only go for two days."

"What?! Two days?"

"Yes. Two days top, Friday and Saturday." I look at him smiling smugly and I feel defeated. 

What?!