My eyebrow once raised remained raised for the next few minutes. Mr. Zans, the responsible father of Kimona and Johan shows up to put up a multifaceted argument with our company. BTS was called as well, Namjoon looks even more pissed because this irritating man wanted to make sure everyone knew about the incidents taking place in the company.

I see Mr. CEO try his best to calm him down, to keep the image of the company at a better position than to let a prime investor talk bad about it. I, on the other hand was ready to rusk everything. It would even lead to dissolvement of their contracts...

But, if it wasn't for Bang PD-nim and Taehyung subtly holding me back, I would have definitely looked forward to angering Mr. Zans even more. I love annoying arrogant biches like Mr. Zans; I feel a satisfying amount of happiness and content as I do that. Well, I look at Mr. Zans who was glaring at the less proximity between me and Taehyung.

"What is this?" Zans asks Taehyung and I. I notice Taehyung's arm slightly slithered against my thick waist. Resting my eyebrows down, I clear my throat to speak, but Mr. CEO beats me to it. That's right. If I spoke, I wouldn't ensure my position as my dietician in the company anymore. Better to keep shut.

"We allow our artists to date, Mr. Zans. I'm sure I've shared that detail with you before." Says CEO Park, earning a kudos from me. Good, because I expected him to lie to Mr. Zans and tell him he'll ensure our break up or something along the lines.

"Is this the future of a company I'm investing in?" Don't invest then, bich. "All other companies don't allow artists to date their fans for one reason, and you choose to ignore it. Anything might happen to your artists and there is a chance of breach of confidentiality as well."

I make a severely annoying face at his words. Why is he using terms like that? What does he think of himself?

Did he experience love at least once?

As I lunge forward to speak, Taehyung tugs me back to whisper in my ear, "Nari, it's not worth it. Just stay here."

I look over my shoulder at him, passing a glare when I look back at Zans who was watching us with a glare.

"What? What? You two were mumbling something right?" He charges at us, like a Karen.

"Nothing, Mr. Zans. I was being told to not interrupt your conversation."

"Say it to my face, I know you wanna bash me." You're damn right there, Zans. "Say it to my face if you're so eager for sleeping with idols—" before I knew it, my hand moved on its own and clutched his collar. Seeing my rage, his eyes begin to show tremor and fear.

Shit! If I would have only done it before!

"Don't you ever say that to me, ever again." I say go the male who clutches his jaw.

"You may be a sucker for investing on who's at the top of the industry right now, yet I don't speak a fucking word about it." I say.

"This girl is abusive—" He gasps when I clutch his collar tighter and pull him towards me, "When I'm speaking, listen to me you hypocrite. Never, ever say another word about any girl ever again. You have a daughter of your own who behaves worse than anyone else 'round here, keep that in mind."

As I speak, Kimona tries to release her father from my grip while crocodile tears flow down her face.

"Bastard." Mumbling, I let Taehyung pull me outside the room to calm me down.

"What the hell!?" He whisper shouts at me.

"That was awesome, Nari." Soon, his expression changes as I smirk.

"You remind me of that shrimp who always stood by your side, no matter what. He was the best guy ever, I swear." Says he, kissing my nose softly as he holds my face in his large palms.

"Well, he taught me to stand up for myself. And I just did. He's gonna be so proud."

"I'm sure he will be. But keep this in mind; Zans can give an order and make sure you are not stepping into the building again. And I don't want that happening, Nari. We miss you as our dietician, and we will take all measures to keep you here. Understood?"

"He's right." Hobi pokes his head out of the door and says. He mouths to Taehyung to come back in, only him. After awhile, everyone starts to spill out of the room. As Zans and Kimona pass by, their son who was addicted to the phone makes sure the two have walked further before running back towards me.

"Hey, I'm sorry for what happened. But don't worry, they're just like that." His words of insight makes me smile.

"Thanks, junior." Ruffling his hair, I watch him go. He must be around 13, if Kimona is 19. Anyway, I wait for Taehyung to go home together after today's long day. I just wanted to take a long, warm shower and dwell in popcorn while watching TV with him.

But, someone had other plans.

An unknown number was calling me.

"Hello?"

"Hey! How are you Nari?"

"Hi, but who are you? I'm not sure..." Then, I realised. The man was talking in Korean.

My eyes and mouth coordinate with the gentle surprise as I cover my mouth.

"Is that you, Dylan!?"