The next day Jaehyun comes to work, he’s greeted by a tensed Hyera as soon as he walks out of the elevator into his office floor where only the two of them are allowed, and sometimes, some occasional—yet most of the time uninvited—visitors.
“Mr. Byul, there’s... T-there’s this, uhm...”
“Speak, Hyera,” he absently says while checking the email notifications on his phone. He turns his head to finally face her with a frown. “Where’s my coffee?”
The girl just stares at him, dumbfounded. “C-coffee?”
Jaehyun heaves out an exhausted sigh. He’s going to have to do this sooner or later since there’s never really one secretary who lasted longer than two months with him. “That’s it. You’re fi—”
“Mr. Byul, I believe we haven’t met yet,” an unfamiliar voice suddenly cuts him off.
