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♠️Chapter 41♠️

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Wednesday

Jimin stared at the screen of his phone for the chat he had with the Chairman. They had very few conversations through text since they already spent so much time together, so the messages were mostly about coffee orders. And if Yoongi ever had to talk to him about work it would strictly be through emails if not in person. Yet here he was, looking at the photo that was sent of him hard whilst thinking about the Chairman, laying on the bed in almost nothing. The text was left seen, yet no reply, and the submissive began to worry, had he done something wrong? Was it wrong? Technically, he was at work so this should be fine. But Yoongi wasn't at work, did that mean he broke the contract? The Secretary's insecurities began to double as he paced around Taehyung's desk. He just wanted to know if Yoongi liked it.

"Okay, Joonie said he's picking me up." Jin giggled as he held tightly onto Mr Pink, occasionally throwing the stuffy into the air and catching it again. His messenger bag was already around his shoulders and it seemed that the smile that tickled his lips couldn't be suppressed.

Taehyung smirked as he typed his bratty response into his phone, he had a group chat with his dominants and it seemed as if he got the right attitude from the CEO and the Receptionist since his phone buzzed erratically. "Can we hire a photographer for a shoot at the office, I want pictures of my daddies too."

A buzz was felt on Jimin's thigh, he quickly grabbed his phone and he could swear he could faint from how quickly his heart was beating when he found it was a message from the Chairman.

Master: In the morning, be on the bed in our room. Blindfolded. I'll give you what you crave.

Jimin's whimper was undeniable, and he couldn't seem to suppress his own relief. With each passing day, his need for Yoongi's body on him was increasingly embarrassing. And so a smile grew on his lips, his lower lip loose between his teeth as he hid a giggle. The turn of events in the past few days had been depressing, but since Jimin had something to look forward to, tonight would be peaceful.

The Secretary didn't seem to notice the crowd of business women that approached them, not until he saw heels clicking together on the floor where he was looking at. He glanced up to find the night shift had filled the office floor. Many were dressed in blazers with elegant coloured trousers. A few were in skirts that stopped just above the knee. Their hair was styled neatly and a few were wearing glasses. It was far different from the night he first met them, where colours of all kinds had come to play. Today the women wore mostly neutral navy, whites, beige and blacks. No one was dressed incorrectly, and everyone followed standard dress code like Jimin's co-workers during the day.

There was that face that Jimin recalled from the first night, the Vice- Chairwoman, Sunmi. She wore tight light grey plaid trousers with a matching blazer. The sheer blouse she wore underneath was tucked into her trousers and a black Gucci belt with the golden buckle held her figure.