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— •Ｊｅｏｎ Ｔｏｗｅｒｓ• —
Reading the golden name above the entrance of the building every day never gets tiring.
It's a constant reminder of how far you've come in your early life. Once passing through the front doors, you notice right away how slippery the ground floor is. The pouring rain outside tracks in all the water and dirt from the streets into the luxurious building.
Softly, you wipe your forehead and take down your umbrella, shaking off the droplets of the rainwater that remain.
Today is not your day. You woke up late, missed the bus, and a sudden rainstorm started out of nowhere while walking on the busy streets this gloomy morning. You look down at yourself, checking if your clothes are soaked.
You feel your hair gently first, seeing if your hair seemed out of place in its nicely-fitted bun. The brown, button-up blouse is clear of any water, and your matching long, brown office pants are clean as well. Your black high heels aren't dirty either. You quickly take off your black glasses, checking for any specks of dirt from hurrying to get here on time.
Closing your eyes, you find peace for a second. From time to time, you have to remember that life doesn't suck... just that particular days do.
You place your wet umbrella into the piles of others and leave it behind as you walk past the lobby of the towering structure.
Pulling out your keycard, you swipe past the metal gates and walk towards the fancy elevators. Impatiently, you keep looking up as the numbers above the elevator go down.
'Come on,'
Soon enough, the elevator door opens, and you stand to the side as people flow out of the cramped space.
You step in quickly, hitting the seventh-floor button a couple of times. The only good part about today is that you made it on time and managed to get your boss's coffee before the busy morning crowd rolled into the café earlier.
The coffee, still warm, rest in your hand as you fidget with your purse to pull out the work you had to stay up last night working on.
This job is exhausting. The only reason you stay is because for the last few weeks your boss has been searching for someone on your floor to move up a level.
You've been sucking up big time for this opportunity. It started with staying late at work, then progressed to buying your boss coffee, doing smaller errands, such as grabbing lunch for him and all the people that were in his meetings at the time, not to mention doing some of his workloads for him.
All your free time went down the drain when this started. You weren't able to go out and hang with friends or even spend your time binge-watching tv series on the weekends. This has been pure hell.
The elevator doors ding, and you step out and walk to your cubicle like any ordinary day. Placing down your belongings on your desk, you grab the folder that's piled high with paperwork and head towards your boss's office.
Knocking on the door, you call out his name.
"Mr. Lee? I have your files and coffee." You say softly, noticing how more and more people are starting to get here before work begins.
"Yes, come in, Y/N." You gently turn the doorknob, careful not to spill the coffee while your hands are full, and walk into the small room with a warm smile.
Stepping towards his desk, you place down the cup of coffee and files. You remain quiet since he's on the phone. He spins lightly in his rolling chair, and his fingers loop in between the black spirals of the phone cord.
He's always been a strict boss, but his older age could be the reason for it. Despite this fact, he does work hard, only occasionally slacking off. Every day he wears the same silver glasses and keeps his matching grey mustache groomed, along with what's left of his grey hair. He keeps himself neat for young women that he claims will always wink at him seductively.
You got the job at this company because your father pulled a few strings. The man before you, your boss, is a friend of your father, which is why he can be a little harder on you at times than other workers.
Coming out of your daze, you notice how the conversation is ending.
"I see. Yes, I understand. I'll send her up in a few minutes. Thank you, sir," Mr. Lee hangs up the phone, turning to you with a grin on his features.
"That was my boss," he admits, taking the coffee and sipping it slowly. "I was talking about who should get the promotion." Gently, he places the cup down, looping his fingers together tightly and glancing up at you from his sitting position.
"What did he say?" You ask without thinking.
He straightens up in his seat, nodding to your question. His lips thin to a serious tone now.
"Well, it seems you have been given the promotion." When his words come out of his mouth, you have to stop yourself from squealing to the top of your lungs.
You worked so hard for this, and now all the hard work finally paid off.
"They've been watching you above." He points with his index finger to the ceiling, gesturing to the higher-ups. "My boss said he admired your initiative. He also said that's what he wants on his floor." Your boss stands abruptly, reaching out his hand across the desk to you.
"I'm going to miss you down here, Y/N. Make them proud up there. I know your father will be when he hears of this." His lips turn upwards, a delicate smile spreading across his face.
"I will, Mr. Lee. Thank you so much for suggesting me to them." You shake his hand firmly, then bow politely.
"Oh, pack your things. They want you up there ASAP. Good luck on your first day." He readjusts his glasses, sending you off with a proud smile.
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You packed all of your things quickly, wanting to get up there as soon as possible.
As you reach the elevator, a young man with a white, buttoned-up shirt steps out. You watch him walk towards the center of the room as if ready to make an announcement. He has blonde, curly hair and beautiful, brown eyes that go perfectly with his black, circular glasses.
"I'm looking for a Ms. Y/N?" He calls out loud to everyone in the office.
You walk to him with one hand in the air, while the other holds tightly onto the box that's filled with your supplies.
"Here, I'm Y/N," you approach him.
He spins around and gives you a warm smile instantly. He bows politely.
"It's nice to meet you; I'm Jimin. I'm supposed to escort you to your new floor. Mr. J will be out to greet you a little later since he's busy at the moment, but for now, let's get you moved upstairs. May I?" He gestures to the box in your hands.
"Oh, sure. Thank you," you hand him the box, and you both walk back to the elevator.
He steps in and presses the twenty-seventh floor. Your eyes go wide upon noticing this.
"Umm, are we supposed to be going to that floor?" You speak lightly, knowing that you were supposed to be given the job that's one floor higher than this one.
"Yes, this will be your new floor." Your heart nearly stops in your chest.
That kind of money could help you so much. However, when you get up there, you would need to ask if this wasn't some mistake. You could be taking someone else's job.
"Also, I'm going to be your cubicle neighbor, so never hesitate to ask for help if you need it." He smiles widely.
"Thank you. I will if I come across a problem." You return the smile, waiting for the elevator to stop.
When the elevator doors open, Jimin walks out first, showing you to your new floor. Instantly, you see dozens of people rushing around on the phone, calling names for paperwork, and some discuss the upcoming meetings for this week.
"This way," he takes you out of your thoughts to follow him, and you do while looking at how classy this floor is compared to the one you're so used to. He brings you to your workspace.
"This is your space," he gestures with his head. "And this one right here is mine," he looks to the one right beside yours. "I have to grab some coffee for our boss, so feel free to unpack your things while I'm gone. Today should be easy for you, so don't stress." He places the box down on your desk and leaves to do the errand.
You take in the room around you. It's huge compared to your other floor. The windows are massive, giving a beautiful view of the whole city. Silver cubicles are lined like a maze on the floor. You see a lot of people that are already at work, which takes you a little aback because you were normally always one of the first people to arrive on your floor.
Built-in, private offices are on the side of the room, which are separated for higher-paid employees who have rooms for themselves. However, you're searching for the boss's office, which should stick out easily. Your eyes continue to roam the floor until you see the fancy office door, and you know that's the one.
'That must be the boss's office,'
You straighten up and fix yourself neatly, wanting to make a good first impression on your new boss. Chances are he's probably in his late fifties with a more serious tone than your ex-boss from below. Luckily, you know your steps to get on your boss's good side.
Taking a moment, you think through how you're going to introduce yourself. Quickly, you decide that you should walk in and thank him for the opportunity first.
Nodding your head with approval of your plan, you start making your way to the office.
The office windows are solid black, so you can't see inside. The door is blurred with a soft grey pigment to complement the silver cubicles that are set up outside of the luxurious-looking, office space.
You walk to the door of your new boss's room and knock softly. No words come from the other side, so you knock twice, but there's still no answer.
This time you gulp as you grab the knob. He's probably working on some documents. Maybe you could help?
You start turning the knob.
He most likely has a few pictures of his children and grandchildren surrounding the walls of the room like your ex-boss too.
You smile as you imagine what he'll look like.
Pushing open the door, you walk inside with a warm smile on your features.
"Hello, I'm Y/N—"
"Oh fuck, Mr. J, don't stop! Give it to me!"
You take in the scene before you with wide eyes full of absolute horror. A woman a little older than yourself is bent over the desk, being pounded into roughly by a young man who doesn't once resemble a boss.
His long, dark bangs hang over his eyes as sweat trickles down his face from thrusting into her. His hands are gripping onto her sides while grunting in pleasure. Skin against skin echoes through the space and into your ears in a loud tone. You gulp, frozen in your spot from the sight before you.
Suddenly, he looks up, noticing your presence. He holds your gaze, but instead of telling you to get out as any other normal person would, he smirks at you. He watches your shocked face while fucking the woman harder on his desk as if he likes being watched.
And that's when it hits you. Jimin said he was busy. So there's no doubt in your mind; this is your boss.
'I take back what I said... life does indeed suck.'
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