— Three days later —

March 10th, 2024.

3 pm.

After a long day dealing with the mess in my mind, I close my eyes, lean back in my chair, and try to relax by chewing gum and easing my anxiety. I cross my arms, thinking non-stop about the woman who angered me this morning, imagining how she should regret her disrespectful behavior.

I swear she will pay for this. She first makes me believe in something, then boldly makes up some bullshit. She doesn't realize what she just caused.

"Damn women..." I mumble and clench my jaw. I control myself not to hit anything out of frustration and quickly stand up, push my chair back, and storm towards the door.

As I step out, I bump into my secretary, nearly colliding with each other. "Oh, Mister Jeon-" she steps back, bowing to me and apologizing for what just happened. I close the door behind me and let her know everything is fine. "It's alright. What are you doing here?"

"I came here to remind you of the meeting you have to attend in five minutes. You could be late if you don't leave now," she mentions what I completely forgot about from all that happened. "Ah yeah..." I sigh, running my hand through my hair to pull it back.

"Thanks for telling me; I forgot about this, but I'm heading to it now," I show her some gratefulness and earn a smile from her. As I said, I make my way to the meeting room where I expect to see the woman I cannot stand to have around anymore. I can't wait to finally confront her and get some closure.

I put my tie back properly and throw my gum in the first trashcan I see. I enter the room in short seconds and hear everyone stand up.

"Sit down," I allow them all to get back on their seats as I head to mine, my eyes checking every face to get to see the one I want but also hate to discern now.

A hard thump in the chest startles me as soon as I fall upon her body and face, those eyes of hers gazing down at her files on the table, those pretty lips of hers.

I gather myself up and drift my eyes away from her. I sit down next to her.

How many are they in here again?

Twelve. Great, this is going to take a lot of time.

"Alright," my voice breaks the silence, my feet helping me to drag myself closer to the table. I initiate this meeting, "Before starting, I want everyone to tell me which subject you'll be broaching today. So let's start with..." I look at each of them, their faces not expressing any joy as I know that the one I'm willing to hear is right by my side.

"Choi Bangwon," I don't pronounce her name, planning to act as if she was not a special employee for me anymore since that's what she wants. This man tenses up at the sound of his name and gulps down. I lean back in my chair to listen to him and let the others have their own turn.

"I...I think...I mean..." he stutters endlessly, losing his senses while facing us. As I observe him struggle, I glance at the woman on my right. Her sharp jawline always captivates me, but she remains focused on him.

"I didn't prepare myself for this, Mister Jeon..." the one I put forth gives up on his attempt and tells the truth, so I bring my eyes back to him and lift my hand up, gesturing to the other person to take the lead. "Alright then, next."

As expected, this one woman is excited to have my attention. She straightens her back and exposes her cleavage before licking her lips. She lays eyes on me. "I think we should talk about the sketches of the new characters for the game in process lately."

"Yeah, develop," I demand she go further, no matter how much my brain cannot stop being attracted to Miss Han. "What if we made one special character, like the boss of the game, on which we would all work together? Then we could show it to the Whatcube company."

"Hm, good idea," I nod without giving a clear answer. I just want to skip several people to get to the one I want to hear talking.

"Miss Han, what do you think of this?" I direct the focus to her, her eyes meeting mine emotionally. She does not flinch or even show any type of distress that is usually perceivable through her body language. "I think that's a good idea."

Could not have been any clearer.

"Do you think this might work? Don't you have an idea about the type of boss you all could create?" I ask for more words from her, noticing her reluctance but not caring about it. "Not yet, but this will work," she simply replies.

I exhale sharply, then decide to move on. "Good, let's hear other ideas now."

30 minutes later...

"Have a nice day," I bow to the thirsty girl. My hands tucked in my pants, I make a quick step forth once y/n attempts to leave the room last and stand before her. I gaze down at her as her face is now before my chest.

"Is that what you really want?" I deepen my voice to show my wrath and frustration, not handling this kind of behavior only because of a misunderstanding.

"What?" she raises her chin up in front of me, now confident. "Don't fuck with me like that. You know damn well what I'm talking about," I get straight to the point, not liking this situation that I cannot control anymore. "You want me, so why are you acting like that when we both want the same? You think I'm gonna play with you? Don't you think I would already have given up and used a bitch in here instead if that was the case?"

She bites on her inner cheek without glancing away, her arms holding her files against her chest as the silence took over us. "This is more than sexual? You? The guy who always flirts with me, teases me, and looks at my chest or thighs? How could I trust you?"

"Says the woman who always loves unbuttoning her shirt once she faces me," I lean in closer to her, bending over to be able to face her and have our features at some small inches away from each other. "You fucking know how much that turns me on when you do that just in front of me. Don't you dare deny it."

"I never do that just to please your eyes, you-" her sentence ends at the abrupt contact between our lips, my mouth connecting to hers. I cup her chin and pin her against the wall for our bodies to crash into each other. I kiss her deeply, not letting her pull apart from me.