Crimson Park

Chapter 2

The next morning, Jungkook arrived at your complex bright and early... according to Joohyuk. You didn't see him for the first half of the day as, per your instruction, Joohyuk and Taesub were showing him the ropes around security and establishing a schedule. Luckily, you had at least two – and now possibly a third – reliable staff that didn't need to bother you with frivolous tasks such as scheduling. By noon, after Joohyuk had left for the day, the buzzer to your penthouse went off and you were greeted by Taesub and a seemingly relaxed Jungkook.

"Thank-you," you dismissed Taesub then turned to Jungkook, who was wearing a pair of dark blue trousers and a blue button up shirt.

"In the future, please only wear a simple black suit, white shirt and tie. Talk to Taesub and he'll give you the address to our tailor. You can go after our run through, and tell him to put it on my tab."

"You have a dress code?"

"Yes, we do. It's for good reason."

"And what reason is that?" he asked skeptically.

You shot him a glare. It had been a while since you had to hire staff, but usually, they behaved obediently without questioning your motives. Jungkook looked unphased by your look, however.

"If you didn't know already, you'll discover very quickly that this department is an island. That is by design, and I'd like to keep it that way. We don't like to be seen and that means avoiding the eyes of the world, the police and the remainder of the organisation. Dressing simply helps to encourage that goal."

"I don't mind being seen," he protested.

"Then you've come to the wrong place. Tell me now if this is going to be a problem and we can find you somewhere else to work." Your glare sharpened, and Jungkook once again responded by straightening his shoulders.

"No, ma'am. I'm happy to be here. It won't be a problem."

"Good." You eyed him once more, then turned to walk towards the kitchen. "Follow me," you called back.

You passed the breakfast bar, the kitchen island towards the tall row of pantry cabinets, stopping at the second cabinet from the left. You squatted down and shimmied the toe kick loose, revealing a row of numbered buttons. You entered in a passcode, then a loud click was heard. Standing back up, you opened the pantry door and with a light push on one of the shelves, the inside swung away from you and into the wall. You heard a noise come from Jungkook as he realised that what he was looking at wasn't a pantry at all. It was in fact the door leading into an office. Your office.

"This is where we'll be working," you said as you rounded your big oak desk. "The walls are concrete, so it's also where we hide if there is an attack. If things go well, I'll provide you with your own password, but you are not to be in here when I am not, unless I specifically instruct you too otherwise. And, Mr. Jeon, I will know if you are."

"Understood. Please, call me Jungkook."

You nodded.

"Aaaand... what should I call you?" he asked slowly.

"Ma'am," you replied immediately. "And if I decide I like you, Ms. Park."

"Ohhhkkkay," he said, a tone of something in his voice you chose to ignore. "Is this for me?" he pointed towards the smaller wooden desk which sat perpendicular to yours. You nodded then reached for a box of files from the surface of a nearby cabinet. It wasn't that heavy, but Jungkook rushed to you and took it, relieving you of the load and dropping it onto his desk.

"God, I haven't seen this much paper since college."

"Get used to it. We are very analog here. Everything we do is done by paper. We don't use any computers or electronics, aside from a calculator," you pointed to the printing calculator placed on his desk.