I stared up at the building.
It looked like it was made of solid gold, the way it shone proudly in the stark daylight.
Many buildings around here looked expensive. I was now standing in the high end of Seoul, where most successful businessmen and women worked and lived.
I took a quick glance at the note. Yep, this is it.
Straightening myself, I brushed at my suit, maroon coloured blouse with black ruffles around my neck and wrists. I matched it with pants of the same colour, a black strip lining the sides.
I took a deal breath. Okay. Sora. You can do this. Just hold your tongue, and you'll be fine.
I pushed the glass doors and entered the building.
It was just as beautiful inside as it was outside. Golds and blacks swirled on the marble floor, and huge chandeliers dangled off the painted ceilings.
I was practically ogling at the sight of it.
I shook my head. Stop wasting time.
My thoughts were interrupted by sudden loud crying. I looked to my left, and saw a young woman my age, sobbing her heart out.
Another woman, probably her friend, patted her on the back, glaring at the secretary seated at the reception. "Don't cry, Yura, you'll get a job somewhere else."
"But I almost got it!" she cried out. "I was gonna be a model!"
Her friend only hugged her more, catching me stare at her. She gave me a dirty look and I looked away quickly.
I walked over to the receptionist. "Excuse me, where can I see Mr Kim?"
"Go straight ahead to the lifts. He's on the far end of the twentieth floor."
Damn. "Okay, thank you."
I went where she told me to, up twenty floors on the lift. The doors opened and I proceeded straight on, at the far end of this floor.
There was a woman already seated on the chairs in front of another desk. She saw me coming over and gave me a smile. "Coming for the job?"
I nodded, sitting down. I glanced at my watch. It was exactly 12 o' clock.
"Just so you know, every girl who went through that door came out crying," the woman said.
She then smiled smugly to herself. "But I'm gonna be the exception, cause I'm gonna get the job."
I contained my eye roll. The old secretary sitting at the desk looked like she did as well.
The door opened, and sure enough, the girl who came out was crying. She swore at the secretary and stormed out.
The proud woman stood up, gripping her folder, filled with papers and documents. "I can go now, right?"
The secretary glared at her through her glasses before saying, "Mr Kim will see you now."
The girl sashayed in, slamming the door behind her.
It was just me and the old woman now. I didn't talk, and so didn't she.
I rocked my legs quickly, sudden nerves coming back to me again. What if her arrogance gets her the job? Oh shit, do I need to act like a snob?
Half an hour later, the girl came out of the room. Her eyes were swelling from crying, but she looked pissed off.
"Shithead," she murmured, over and over. The secretary had a little smile on her face, yet frowned when I walked over to her.
"Name?" she asked.
"Yoon Sora," I answered. "I have an interview at 12:30."
"Hmm." the woman typed furiously on the keyboard before turning to me. "You don't have an appointment with Mr. Kim, Miss Yoon."
My face dropped. "I do," I argued. "Mr Kim arranged it."
"Well, he clearly didn't, as he's got no appointments on 12:30," countered the secretary. "That's his lunch timing."
What the hell? He didn't arrange it?
"He-he said it to me himself, he even came to my agency-"
"Mr Kim doesn't go to other agencies for models, Miss Yoon, models come to him.
"Again, if there is no appointment, then there is no interview," stated the secretary, exasperation clear in her voice. "It's better if you go."
"Leave?" I huffed a laugh, not believing my ears. That's it. "You know what? Fine. I'll leave." I slammed my hand on the desk. "I hope you have a good day, cause mine's gone shit."
I turned around, heels clicking against the floor as I started to walk back.
The absolute gall of these shitheads. I can't believe this.
An angry little voice rung through my head.
What did you expect, Sora? You're just a rookie model, already believing that a multimillionaire would let you into his agency.
You're a fool, Sora. A fool for believing Taehyung.
"Leaving so soon?" a sultry voice called out.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Light footsteps neared me. "I thought you would at least see me first before storming out."
I whirled around. Taehyung stood there, hands in his pockets, looking like a glowing god in a dark suit.
I found myself breathing harder. I played with a ruffle of my blouse. Get it together, Sora.
"You're secretary had other plans," I replied, forcing some spite into my tone. "And maybe you did as well, considering I'm not supposed to be here."
Taehyung glanced back at the secretary. "I've got the list here," the woman said, pointing to the computer screen.
"Then the fault is mine," Taehyung declared, looking back over to me. "I apologise for my secretary, she can be a bit too blunt."
I locked my hands together. "It's fine."
Taehyung went over to the door and opened it, gesturing inside. "Please."
I looked at him intently. That woman still insulted me.
But hey, at least he admitted it, I thought. I walked over and went past him inside. The smell of his cologne nearly had me moaning.
His office was huge, empty save for a black desk at the far back. Windows walled three sides, showing a glorious view of the Seoul skyline.
"It is indeed pretty," Taehyung said as he walked past me. He sat down gingerly on the leather seat behind the table. "Come, sit."
I obliged. Putting my hands on my lap, I cleared my throat.
Taehyung was staring at me. "A good choice of attire, Miss Yoon," he commented.
"Thank you," I replied, smiling. When is he gonna get to the point?
"Now," he started, resting his head on his hands, "I was gonna interview you, but I have other ideas."
I blinked. "I'm sorry what?"
"In my opinion, you don't even need to be interrogated like the others. I had given job opportunities to many other girls, but when I saw you at the cafe..."
Taehyung's lips twisted in a smirk. "I knew then those girls didn't stand a chance. A chance against you."
I didn't know what to say. Blushing was the only thing that came to mind.
"I'm going to offer you the job right now," Taehyung said.
That had me talking. "What?"
"Like I said before, Miss Yoon, you are the diamond among the treasure. You are the one I was searching for."
Taehyung took something out of a drawer. He put it on the desk and slid it to me.
I inspected it. It was a collection of papers. "The contract," he clarified. "It's got all the information you need."
I skimmed through it. I arrived at my pay cheque, and looked over the numbers.
I held in a scream. "100,000?!"
"That's in dollars," Taehyung said. He looked at my face and chuckled. "This is V, Miss Yoon. I would pay you nothing less."
Excitement shot through my brain. That's so much. I wouldn't ever have to worry about money anymore.
"Before you burst with joy," Taehyung drawled, "There is a catch."
Oh. "And that is?"
"You can work in any project, as much as you like," he explained, "But you can't work in any other agency or brand."
I raised an eyebrow. "How would that concern me though? I don't think I would want to work in anywhere else with that pay you're giving me."
Taehyung passed me an amused look. "That shouldn't be a problem then." He pointed to the line at the end of the paper. "Just sign there."
I looked over the paper one more time. I grabbed a pen on the table and signed my name.
Taehyung's smile was nothing short of feline when I looked up at him. He offered his hand.
I shook it. His hand was warm, unlike his smile. "Welcome to V," Taehyung declared. "I hope you don't hate it too much."
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