One Look, Two Kills

Chapter 1

Papers, papers and a lot more papers of cheques, contracts and record labels to sign and all I've done is sit and watch the stack of papers contemplating life.
Do I really want to do this right now?
When do I actually like work?
Yeah, the next 30 minutes was just me staring at a stack of work and not doing any of it, suddenly I looked at the watch, it read 12:45.
Ah Jeon Jungkook, I forgot. I'll wait till Avery calls me.

I had 1 interview scheduled for today, well not originally, I canceled all the rest to have more time with this Jungkook guy. How good could he possibly be? I did some work just to pass the time until it was 1, for some reason I felt a tad uneasy and nervous. Why? I have no clue. The clock struck 1 and I patiently waited for the phone to ring. Within a few seconds, it did and it startled me a bit, why am I so jumpy?

"Yes, Avery?" I damn well knew what she called about but I didn't want to get my hopes up.

"You have a guest waiting in the conference room, "

"I'll be there, "
Okay, catch yourself, Amy, catch yourself.
For once I actually cared about how I looked before an interview. I fixed my black pencil skirt, leaving it midway thigh, and straightened my white shirt, I picked up my royal blue blazer and made my way to the conference room.

As my silver heels clicked on the black tiled floor my stomach bubbled with a sense of power and domination, again, I have no clue why I was feeling like this. Maybe it was the way all my employees slowed down if they saw me just to bow or say good afternoon. Maybe this is how I got to where I am today. Hm, I am a boss ass bitch.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon, "
"Ah, Mi-miss Olive, " he stuttered getting up and putting his hand out for me to shake. "Good morning, " he finished. I'm not usually the one for contact, but I'll let it pass. I took his hand and he was shocked, he jumped at my strong grip and struggled to keep eye contact with me. At least he is trying. Letting go I made my way to the head of the table and him on my side. He handed me his files and I placed them to the side, I had a few questions first. And I needed to study him, his black hair neatly styled, covering his eyebrows, big doe eyes, brown in color, very nice lips and extremely nice build. His suit curved all his muscles nicely, a man with style and not a very expensive watch on his wrist, but he made it look like it was worth millions. He looked 2 years younger than me, just a wild guess. Not too bad.
"Mr. Jeon huh, I'm a woman of time, so let's get straight to the point, " he simply nodded.
Unlike my other interviews, I couldn't sense anything from him, if he was scared I  couldn't tell, but his stuttering was a clear indication that he was nervous.  I couldn't sense confidence but I also didn't get the sense that he was a coward. Very, very strange. And confusing.
"What do you do?"
"I can do anything from singing, dancing and a bit of rapping."
"How much experience?"
"5 years, "
"Okay, you will sing the piece that you prepared, if I like it I will take you to the dance room to see your dance piece as well, while you sing I will take a look at your files, is that okay Mr.Jeon, "
"Yes of course, and please, call me Jungkook, " he smiled and I couldn't believe what my mind told me, he reminds me of a bunny, a really cute bunny. I returned the smile and inwardly chuckled to myself.  He began singing, I wasn't quite certain of the song but I could care less. I was about to open his file when I was stopped in my tracks, he didn't cough, didn't fix himself, he just sang. Confidence. Yes. His voice was angelic, nothing to what I expected. I was supposed to stop him after a few seconds, but I couldn't, I needed to hear him. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the song. Holy shit. I found him. Those 5 years were definitely worth it.

I can't get ahead of myself, I need to carry on with the plan. He stopped singing and took a breath, "Jungkook..." He opened his eyes and cleared his throat, not from nervousness from actually pushing himself to sing beautifully. Which he absolutely fucking did.

"Would you like some water Jungkook?" 
"Yes please, Miss Olive, "
"Of course, wait outside and Avery will get you some water and lead you to the dance room, I'll be there in a moment." He got up and I could tell he was ecstatic, he radiated it. As he closed the door behind him I fist pumped the air.

Holy shit, holy shit. I found him, I freaking found him. He is my next solo trainee.

Yeah, fuck Hitman Bang.
He is mine.

I did a little happy dance and checked his files.

Name: Jeon Jungkook
Age: 20
Place of Birth: Busan
Past Job: Big Hit (Trainee)
Background: No criminal record, grew up from a moderately rich family. Great grades and graduated from The Musical Arts with many great grades. 5 years of dance and singing passed all levels as an expert.

Okay, that's enough...wait that's 20?!?!
He can call me....noona....O God, I'm old.
Just 2 years older Amy, just 2 years.

Taking a victorious sigh, I left the room and made my way to the dance room.

Walking in, he stood in the middle with a glass of water, the water trickled down his chin as he chugged it. It was somehow...arousing, to say the least. But although he does pull my heartstrings, I am too focused on my work for a lover, yes I  would like one but I feel like he wouldn't understand.
Would it hurt to try?
Aish...not now Amy.

Knocking myself back to reality, I made my way to the tempting man. My heels startled him as he hurriedly tried to wipe his face and place his glass on the table next to him.
"Are you ready, Jungkook?"
"F-for what, Miss Olive? "
"Your dance practice..."
"A-ah, " he cleared his throat, "of course Miss Olive." His voice became 8 octaves lower, and I saw a completely different demeanor for a split second.

That's weird...I think another side just hopped out. The dominant side.