|𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆|
❝I don't want you inside my house or for us to get along! I want you to fuck off, you piece of shit-GET OUT.❞
Hissing mockingly, he tilted her head up to make her look at him, a smirk adorning his face.
❝Make me leave then, do somet...
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ıllıllı ʙɪsʜᴏᴘ ʙʀɪɢɢs - ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ıllıllı
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It only took one big deep breath for Jieun to gather the courage to step inside the Seoul Council and make her way over to the front desk to announce herself. The fake ID Bangtan had created for her said she was nothing but a journalist, wishing to speak with Commissioner Park. And to her surprise, it worked smoothly.
In less than an hour, she was being guided to the man's office, her hands were sweating around the briefcase, but she kept the smile on her face to avoid suspicion. Only God knew how terrible an actress she was.
