BRISE LINEN
Phones ringing, copy machines churning out documents, Secretaries and Office Assistants scurry through the hallways.
"DING"
Elevator doors open and a torrent of Ralph Lauren, Donna Karan, and Armani stampede across the lobby.
"Excuse me, excuse me..." I scurry across the hallway to make my way up to the elevator door. Oh Jin is going to get killed today, I sweared as my new pumps were digging in the tender skin of my feet, giving me terrible shoe bites. Oh Jin was following Seokjin while balancing a heap of files in her hands. I glared at her gesturing her that she should have called me up because I missed my alarm. She replied with the soundless mouthing of "I had an early appointment".
In the meantime, the curvy receptionist approaches. This could be a bad news walking on click clack heels. "Not now" I sighed.
" Taehyung said for you to meet him as soon as you arrived."
I instantly check my cellphone. "Damn! I was supposed to be here for the morning meeting." I just hoped that maybe... just maybe he will cut some slack because I was busy working on the Ilocos project till late , last night.
"Is he pissed?" I hesitantly asked the receptionist.
She gave the look of that of a 19th century woman who would bid her farewell to her husband, while he left for the warfield. "Conference room no. 3" she added.
I breathed out some nervous air before pushing open the door .
Taehyung was sitting at the far end of the conference table. He closes his leather binder. Clicks his Waterman Edson pen.
The moment his eyes fell on my form. He growled, "Well, that should just about do it." The orator was shut to silence within a second. A room full of Suits closed their laptops, stuffed files in briefcases, began to rise from the conference table when.....
I realised that this was the cue for me to approach... Rushing in I mumbled in low voice, "Sorry everybody."
Something I regretted uttering the very next moment As I saw laser eyes and no response.
Taehyung made no eye contact with me. " Nice of you to join us. Ms Park."
" Taehyung! let me –-- " My words were stopped mid air as Taehyung gestured his hand to the chair beside.
" Sit down Ji Eunah".
Taehyung walked to the conference room door; closed it.
Taehyung walking back to his chair, " Do I have to explain to you the finer points of not attending a crucial meeting and punctuality, and the effects it has on fashion industry?" His voice was cold like the arctic.
"Tae – "
"Shut up. If your mom -- God rest her soul -- hadn't been my idol and inspiration for over twenty years, I'd cut you loose like a tangled fishing line."Taehyung punched the table hard to express his anger.
" But atleast...."
Taehyung waved me off. " I don't want to hear it. Enough."
" Everything you need to know is in here." He slides a file across the table.
I opened it; scanning a few of the pages. I stare at him , confused "What is this?"
YOU ARE READING
BECAUSE I MET YOU
Fanfiction" This doesn't make sense" I looked at the brochure and sighed. " I know, this requires a thing called 'sensibility' , which you unfortunately lack. slow -witted". He laid back on his couch with the obnoxious smirk plastered on his face. " I thou...
