At Jeon enterprises.....private office room...
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Scene: directly after the party
The room was quiet, cloaked in shadows and luxury. The lights were low, the skyline of Seoul glittering beyond the glass wall like a spread of fallen stars. Junwoo sat behind his desk, relaxed, one hand lazily holding a glass of whiskey.
The door opened.
Kim Yunie walked in—controlled, elegant, and cold as frost. Her heels echoed against the marble floor like gunshots in a duel.
She didn’t sit. She didn’t smile.
Yunie (calmly):
“You have five minutes. Explain.”
Junwoo didn’t flinch. He set down the glass, his eyes meeting hers with unreadable calm.
Junwoo:
“Five minutes? Generous, considering I just saved your empire.”
Yunie (arms crossed):
“I didn’t ask for that. I had the situation handled.”
Junwoo (dryly):
“Handled? By letting Subin speak for you?”
A flicker—barely noticeable—crossed Yunie’s expression. But she held her ground.
Yunie:
“So this was charity?”
Junwoo (standing slowly, stepping around the desk):
“No, Yunie. I don’t do charity.”
He walked up to her, close enough that the tension between them thickened.
Junwoo (voice low):
“I did it because I want something. Fifty-one percent of KSH Enterprises’ international shares.”
Yunie’s lips curled slightly—a smile, but not a kind one.
Yunie:
“You’re either bold or delusional.”
Junwoo:
“I’m always both.”
He leaned just enough to lower his voice further.
Junwoo:
“And you’re smart enough to know I just handed you Dong Wook Sang’s deal on a silver platter. You want to back out now, feel free—tell the world your fiancé lied.”
Yunie studied him. Calm, composed, and infuriatingly in control.
Yunie (smirking):
“Fine. You want fifty-one percent?”
She stepped closer, eyes sharp.
Yunie:
“Then let’s make it official. A contract. A merger. A marriage.”
Junwoo raised an eyebrow, amused.
Yunie:
“But don’t mistake this for submission. You may hold the leash—but I bite.”
Junwoo (smirking):
“Good. I don’t like quiet pets.”..
suddenly Yunie’s eyes didn’t waver as she stepped closer to Junwoo’s desk. Without a word, she picked up the sleek pen lying by his files and scribbled something onto the corner of a nearby document.
She tore it gently, folded it once, and handed it to him with cool precision.
Junwoo opened it.
“Someone’s hearing us.”
His eyes flicked up to meet hers. For half a second, they spoke in silence. Then, that infamous smirk played at the corners of his lips—dangerous, knowing, and effortlessly smooth.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and suddenly pulled Yunie into his lap.
Her body tensed—momentarily. But she adapted quickly, adjusting her posture like she meant to be there all along. Her hand rested on his shoulder, her expression calm but her eyes burning with the same fire he saw at the party.
Junwoo (voice smooth, low, for their eavesdropper):
“You should’ve just told me sooner, love. I don’t need fifty-one percent. All I want is you.”
Yunie (playing along, her tone laced with mock sweetness):
“I wanted to be sure you were... committed.”
He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, masking the way his eyes scanned the room behind her—discreet, calculated.
Junwoo (whispering into her ear, barely audible):
“Third vent, upper corner. Mic’s too small to see, but I hear the buzz.”
Yunie didn’t react—except to smile sweetly, trailing a finger down his chest.
Yunie (softly):
“Then let’s put on a show. Shall we?”
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Still nestled in Junwoo’s lap, Yunie played her role to perfection—soft smiles, flirtatious touches, the illusion of affection wrapping them like silk.
Junwoo (softly, while brushing her wrist):
“Suwon’s getting desperate. Sending in rats to eavesdrop? He must really feel threatened.”
Yunie (murmuring near his ear):
“He should. The moment I sign that deal with Dong Wook Sang, his empire starts crumbling.”
Junwoo’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement.
Junwoo:
“Then let’s make sure he knows just how outmatched he is.”
He reached over casually, grabbed his phone, and typed something quickly—sending a silent signal to one of his men. Within seconds, a notification confirmed: “Mic disabled. Traced. We have the mole.”
Junwoo leaned back, gaze locked on Yunie.
Junwoo (quiet, but lethal):
“Problem solved.”
Yunie (coolly):
“Good. Because next time someone spies on me... I won’t play nice.”
She slid off his lap with slow elegance, straightened her blazer, and looked over her shoulder.
Yunie:
“Send me the contract. I’ll review it. And Junwoo...”
She paused at the door, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Yunie:
“If you ever pull a stunt like that again—pulling me into your lap—I’ll break your wrist.”
Junwoo chuckled, dark and amused.
Junwoo:
“Fair. But you’ll be back in it soon enough, Mrs. Jeon.”
The door clicked shut behind her...
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what next will subin get to know about this ..?? or suwon?
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