You + Me = ?

R-Naught

The Present, 2017

I have never felt so miserable in my entire life.

I ruffle my hair with a heavy sigh as I step through the doors, ten employees line up at my entry, I raise my eyebrows as they bow at me. I bow awkwardly in return then walk off towards the elevator.

I seriously hate coming to this building, I don't even know why I volunteered to do this on my blessed day off. I enter the elevator with half of the employees who greeted me at the doors.

"The Managing Director is waiting for you in the conference room."

I nod my head absentmindedly as I watch the numbers above, I sigh as I think about all the sleep I could be catching up on at this moment. I step out as the doors open, gripping the files in my hand, I drag my feet to the large room.

Another employee bows at me then open the doors, a soft sigh escapes my mouth as I enter the room. I bow politely at the members of the board then make my way over to what I like to call the Big Chair.

I flash a convenient smile as I take a seat, "I hope I didn't miss anything."

I open the file before me as I skimmed through its contents, this is supposed to be a mere meeting about some investment contract, so I have no idea why Dad asked me to act as a delivery boy and bring the files here. I roll my eyes as I think about my father's hidden agenda behind sending me here, of course he wants me to take over his company.

Except I hate business.

Lee Jung Il is a self-made billionaire, he knows how to make money, and as a daughter I'm really proud to call him my father. I seriously admire his tenacity, and despite his bright personality, I hear he's ruthless in the business world.

Dad built his own investment company from the ground up, and from that he has a number of subsidiaries, one of which includes his very own investment bank.

"...here we have another proposal from YG Entertainment, as well as the CEO Yang Hyun Suk to make the pitch."

I look up in a flash, I don't even recognize the newcomer, I tilt my head as I take in his appearance. A sudden feeling of guilt washes over me as I recall that time when I hacked into his company.

I sit upright as I pay attention to his pitch, everything sounds alright to me, but I'm not sure how my Dad will feel about investing into entertainment companies this time around.

I clear my throat as he finished, "if I may speak, I don't know much about Korean music industry, and to be honest I don't even watch these so-called survival shows. My father on the other hand is a different story," the room is then filled with chuckles, "but Mr. Yang, I'm not sure if you know this, this company lost some amount of money a few years back when some members of a group he invested in had some difficulty in continuing. What was it?"

One of the board members shifts through some papers, "I believe it was DBSK Miss Lee."

I snap my fingers and point at him, "that's right," I face Mr. Yang, "so he might be a bit reluctant to sign into this project of yours, however, I'll suggest that the members of the board cast a vote on the matter, my father will be swayed then if the results are in your favour."

I return to my slouching figure as the members of the board take my suggestion and make it practical, and like I predicted he did win over the board members. Mr. Yang bows at me and I brazenly wink at him return, as soon as the signed papers come into my hands, I take my leave from the conference room with a bow.

I'm happy that's over.

Two weeks passed since Minho and I went to Busan, he only sent me a dry text message to say he arrived safely in Vietnam, and I haven't heard from the rapper since then. I mean, I know he may be just a bit upset about what I said then, but he can at least answer my phone calls, or even text me back.