Jungkook's pov...

I stepped out onto the first floor, the elevator's chime fading behind me. As I approached Elliot's office, I discovered it was unoccupied. Just as I contemplated turning back, Yoona, my personal assistant, appeared in my line of sight.

"Are you searching for Elliot, sir?" she inquired, neatly closing her files and pausing expectantly for my reply. 
"Yes, but her office is vacant," I replied, taking note of her posture. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, hinting at a glimpse of her cleavage. Her feet fidgeted with the floor while her fingers twisted and twirled her hair. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. What made her think such antics would capture my attention?

"Do you know where she is?" I asked with a hint of annoyance, sensing my shift in mood she steadied herself before responding.

"Uh, I saw her go into your cabin few minutes ago sir." She said as she looked down, I gave her a short nod and headed towards my cabin.

Upon entering my cabin, I found Elliot staring at something near the window. She looked terrified. I neared her carefully in order to not scare her. She flinched and looked to my side. She held my gaze for a minute.

Before I could say anything she caught me off guard, by falling into my embrace. I was shocked at first but I sensed the shiver in her body. I haugged her back as we stood in the position for a little while.

"Sir, I—well, I apologize. It won’t happen again." Her voice trailed off as she made her way to the door, but I reached out and grasped her wrist gently.

"We need to meet with a client. Be ready by twelve," I instructed, releasing her wrist as I spoke. She nodded quickly and exited the room, her pace quickening.

A strange flutter stirred within me whenever she was near. Was it the absence of any romantic entanglements in my life, or was there something uniquely captivating about her? I couldn’t decipher what my heart truly desired.

With a heavy sigh, I noticed the picture frame had been shifted, its new position jarring against my memory. As I picked it up, my grip tightened, and the smile that had briefly graced my lips vanished when I saw the woman in the photograph.

Rebecca.

In an instant, my mind was thrust back to that fateful day when everything I held dear was ripped away. The day Rebecca had taken my parents from me.

Elliot's p.o.v

I must have lost my senses to have done that. I mentally berated myself for embracing my boss. To distract myself, I threw myself into the arrangements, burying my head in the paperwork.

After a couple of hours immersed in documents, I shot off an email to the advertising department regarding the event, requesting that they cap participation at twenty members, as managing more would be overwhelming.

The clock read eleven forty, leaving me with twenty minutes before the meeting. I hurriedly touched up my hair and makeup, ready to leave when the door swung open, revealing Yoona, Jungkook's personal assistant. She shot me a venomous glare as she thrust a file into my hands.

"I'm here as his personal assistant to accompany him to meetings. Who do you think you are, taking my place?" she hissed, arms crossed defiantly over her ample chest.

"I don't know, maybe if you didn’t look like a pole dancer, he’d consider taking you with him!" I retorted, relishing the shock that flickered across her face. With a triumphant smile, I stepped out of my office.