I'm in my office, dealing with stacks of work to be done. It's really hard to focus when these past days was nothing but stress. My professional life is stressful enough, but even my personal life has become the most stressful.
I haven't spoken to Jimin or any of the boys, after that day. I've been staying in my penthouse, not wanting to see anyone—especially Jimin.
Although, he has been calling me and texting me none stop, I've been ignoring him. After the whole crazy thing that happen, he actually came that night, knocking on my door, but I didn't let him in. I just needed some time alone. I needed to process everything that had happened. But he had ensured to leave guards standing by my doors.
I'm used to men lying to me, but I can't believe Jimin would ever lie to me. I really thought he was different from other men. That's what made me...love him.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really mad at the fact that he didn't tell me Jungkook and him were brothers and gave shares to my business, or I'm just mad at the fact that I thought he was this man I can whole heartedly trust, that will never lie to me or hurt me in any way.
I sigh as look away from my computer screen. I take a break to check my phone, feeling the stress running through my body, and I immediately see the texts Jimin had sent me.
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These past days, I've been reading all his text, but I always put him on Read. I heavily sigh, as I look at the text he had sent me from different social medias. I actually have been missing him. As much as I was mad, I still wanted to see him.
I've been indulging myself in my work, trying to distract myself from everything. I've been spending most of my time working with my Vice President of Marketing, Operations, Sales ensuring we have everything ready to launch our upcoming products.
But even with all those distractions, Jimin always comes into my mind. I felt bad for slapping him like that. I was just so frustrated in the moment—at him, at Jungkook and everything that was happening.
But I really need to brush off my personal problems and focus on work. I have a tight deadline and I also have a meeting with my one of my business partners—Mr. Dong Namsun, who owns Dong Co. But he himself wasn't going to come. One of his executives will come to represent him.
A sudden knock on the door startles me from my thoughts.
I guess it's time for my meeting.
"Ms. Kim," Seri, slightly opens the door. "The representative for Dong Co. is now here and waiting inside the meeting room."
I immediately lock my computer screen and walk out my office and follow Seri towards the meeting room, where the representative is.
