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"Y/N, Mr. Song needs you in his office, something regarding the data on newly imported fabrics." Minjin, the marketing manager and also your work bestie informed, as she exited your boss's office.
Your boss was the CEO of Song fashion, in whose fashion firm you worked as his personal secretary. Having majored in fashion, the job suited you particularly well. And the remuneration was ample to support your living with Jungkook.
"Okay, Minnie. I'll get going" you huffed as you assembled the pile of papers deftly into a file. Making your descent to the place you also detested the most- Mr. Song's private office.
While your boss was a married man, his comportment said otherwise. He would often make questionable advances towards you despite knowing you have a boyfriend.
Oh for heaven's sake. He was married.
Yet his sordid gaze couldn't go unnoticed by your feminine sixth sense. His intentions weren't definitely chaste, you had figured. But still, he hadn't overtly crossed the line towards you, so you endured it everyday for you and your beloved's sake. Finding a new job in this cut throat industry wasn't so easy after all.
