Heir

Figures In the murk

Flashes of camera's blinded the led screen that shows the CEOs of the top three modeling and production companies and Kim Hendig Half Bendig in front of the press,a bow of appreciation for their time.

The light of the led screen sliced through the murky cloack and fell on a big chair right ahead of it, a hand gripping a remote that paused the video of the talk of the town, appearing on every platform with the title 'The biggest collab of this year'.

The fingers unclasped their grip on the remote to hold the glass of whiskey standing on the table beside it before bringing it nearer to a pair of thin lips, the only visible part of the person's puerile face. His other hand wrapped around the head of a blue matel clack; the KS symbol shone from the led; half-filled dark liquid swished but didn't spill as he sipped on it.

"What do you think about this deal, Ken?"

A six-foot giant bodyguard, standing right beside the person's chair, almost twining with the pillars of the room, shrugged, then folded his arms over the buff chest. Muscles pumped up at the action.

"I think the lee's has gotten a good deal,master."

One corner of the master's thin lips curled up as if he were anticipating that his bodyguard was going to answer that. He tsked, taking another gulp of liquor.

"Look closely,ken. Isn't it looking like a familiar trap? Like the one Lee Dongha had rooted a year ago."

Ken's brows knitted for a second, then moved up. A realization hit his brain with a chuckle.

"Seems like the Min CEO has remembered everything,master."

With a slight move of the head, the master emptied the glass, gulping down the rest of the red liquor. The clinging sound of glass echoed in the large room as he put it back on the table before standing up and striding towards the exit. He stopped just before it; his abrupt halt cut the clicking of shoes and turned around.

"Look into the Min heir,Ken."
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"Should I inform Jae?"
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"No,you do it.
This min yoongi has started to annoy me."

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"Mr. Min, can you please help me? The lid is too tight."

Her tone was not above a whisper. With the occasional chatter of people in the large meeting room, it shouldn't reach Namjoon's eardrums, but it did and caught his attention. His pupils swifted from Hoseok, who was giving everyone a brief of their project to the 'pair made from heaven'—according to a vast percentage of staff, sitting to the chairs exactly ahead of him. Something scoffed inside him.

After the photoshoot, Hoseok gathered them all for a meeting to share information and have a little discussion about this project. After two minutes, when everyone had settled in their chairs, Lee Zueming made her entry with a dark blue dress, which Namjoon was sure was not the one she was wearing before the photoshoot and oddly matches the exact same shade of Yoongi's tie. Guess what? After setting her ass right beside Yoongi's chair, she flicked her long brown hair behind her shoulder, which just perfectly glided over Yoongi's bicep. And Namjoon didn't get the time to soothe his mind; it flared his feet. Before he could adhere, he found himself standing starward with a loud request.

"Hyung, Can We Start The Meeting, Please!!"

The expansion of Hoseok's eyes made him realize what he just did. Very slightly, he moved his head and welcomed him with all the eyes at him that were oggling and zueing seconds ago. With a little clearing of the throat, he sat down,voicing out the first excuse his mind supplied, his eyes trailing from all the staff to Hoseok.