Cotton Candy Boy | Jimin ✓

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Signing the papers, I passed them to the assistant that took it and nodded. He left the room and shut the door behind him.

I let my head lean back in the chair, loosened my tie. It had been two weeks since my father asked me to come and start working in our business company. According to him, it'd be better for me; both emotionally and experience wise.

I had appointed a manager at the cafe who gave me reports regarding how well the cafe was working.

It was too painful to work there for me anyways.

It was 9 pm. As I closed my eyes, tired from all the work I did today, my phone started ringing, breaking the silence that surrounded me.

The screen read-

"Layla?"