The reflection of the swirled marble floor graffitied her golden stilettos as they drum against it with each stride of her long slender legs, sending piercing echoes in the already bustling office building.
She clutched her purse under her arm as her body swayed to the rhythmic vibe of her steps while her volumed tresses bounces off her back.
Her sable mini dress slightly raises, showcasing her tanned thighs. Though hidden in designer sunglasses, she maintains a hard stare to the elevator as she approaches it but steered right to the private one in the corner next to it.
With a hard press 'up' she enters, turning to face the door with her nose twitched high in the air.
The elevator door opens to an office on the top floor of the building with milky white walls bordered in gold dressings, white and tan marble floors and sleek chocolate colored furniture. Topping this executive heaven was panoramic views of the city.
A gentleman sits at the crystal glass desk centered between the city views, wrapping up a phone call.
His blazing chestnut eyes glare at her, making a dent to his honey skinned features as he furrowed a brow.
She stood in front of his desk, tapping her heel, impatiently waiting for him.
"Looking forward to seeing you Monday sir. Goodbye." He hangs up and sighs as his sights went straight to his screen.
She snatched her sunglasses away from her face, glaring at the man, ignoring her presence.
"You're polluting my oxygen with your cheap ass perfume. Say what you have to say and dismiss yourself." he muttered.
"The next time you bring one of your whores to the penthouse, remind her that her exit from our premises is immediately following yours. I wasn't in the mood for a 'breastfast' this morning." She huffed.
A devilish smirk crept on his pink heart-shaped lips as he pulled his bottom lip back against his teeth in spite.
"Just because your sex life involves D batteries, doesn't mean you can barge into my office scolding me about mine." His voice flowed like a fine wine, rich and aged with perfection.
His stare remained to his screen.
"You're an asshole! Why can you just respect my staying there? Or better yet, bring someone home that's decent for once. It's not like your getting any younger. You can try to fuck as many young, hot girls as you want, but that won't keep your dick from pruning." She said as she flung a stack of papers on his desk towards him.
"Minah, I've warned you about disrupting my place of business." His stare was now to her.
"This is still Daddy's business. You don't have full control of it yet." She retorted.
"Thanks for the reminder. Now get the hell out of my office and go get a wax or something. Evolution is occurring in the hairs of your top lip." He calmly uttered as he turned back to his screen.
Minah was about to make her way over to the double doors to his office.
"Not there. Back the way you came." He commands.
She smoothly glided her sunglasses back on her petite face before turning on her heel and entering the private elevator.
He rolled his eyes upon her exit. In that moment, his phone alerted him to a call.
"Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung is on line one." His assistant voiced.
"Push him through." He directed. "Hoseok, what's up?"
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Million Dollar Date | k.th.
Fanfiction"Rule number one: Don't fall in love. Rule number two: Under no circumstances will you ever break Rule number one." -Kim Taehyung His career is everything and relationships are at the very bottom of his list. Sex was easier: short term, no attach...
