Devil Contract ✓

03

❝ Dreams & Dresses❞
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MY HEELS CLICKED AGAINST THE MARBLE floor as I walked towards the room, clutching on the folder tightly, I was told to come here, I heaved a deep breathe to calm my throbbing heart, looking at, I stared at the—Mr Jeon.

It was quite a surprise that the President of the company himself wanted to interview me, I didn't know why—but it didn't feel too good. I was suspicious, what could he possibly have for a non-experienced intern like me?

I brought my right hand up, knocking on the door lightly, upon hearing a swift—come in—I opened the door, walking in. My eyes didn't look up even once, it was weird and scary, not the room—but his aura.

I brought my eyes up to look at the man, sitting at the other end on the large, brown table in front of him, my eyes roamed around the files scattered on his table—intern files—not selected, not selected.

My eyes looked in horror as I looked at the register in front of him, names were written, and in front of them, in a line—rejected.

I gulped the tight knot in my throat, looking up at him, his eyes roamed around my eyes, as if examining me, what's wrong with him?—I thought to myself, feeling uncomfortable, I batted my lashes nervously.

"I-I'm the new intern." My voice stuttered, his gaze looked up at my eyes, as if asking—you even speak?—I bit my lips, gripping the folder even tighter. He reached up, moving his fingers, signalling me to hand my folder to him.

I quickly stepped up and handed the blue folder to him, my hands gripping onto each other tightly, I could feel the agony of my nails digging into my skin—even though they weren't that long and sharp. While he was busy looking at my file, I noticed how tired he looked—is he sick?—

Even though I had never met him in person, I heard a lot about him from here and there, even on signages—he was everywhere. But why is he looking so pale and uninterested? Am I that ugly.

I felt small and afraid, I wanted to go back to my father, I didn't want any job—I wanted my father's safety. He was dying on the hospital bed, why couldn't I do something for him? Why couldn't I tell him everything is fine?—that his daughter will save him?

He threw my folder on the table randomly, startling me. He stood up, walking up-to me with his hands in his pockets, I finally noticed his attire, he wore a black suit, but his eyes were tired and hair were messy—but he still looked good.

I quickly shoved my thoughts away, stepping back when he started coming too close, I flinched when I realised there was a glass window behind me, illuminating the streets of the city, I glanced back at the high scenary—and at him.

I quickly moved away, his eyes followed my moves, he stepped forward—"I have a better deal for you." He said, making me look up to look at him in confusion,—my brows knitted together, his eyes stared into mine with a weird look.

"Wh-What?" I asked him softly, my eyes falling to his lips when he suddenly—smirked?—I felt confused, what's with him giving weird expressions to a new intern.

With cautious steps, he stepped closer to him, holding my wrist when I tried to move away from him, he pulled me towards him, I winced lightly, freezing when he suddenly leant in, closer to my ear,