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Everyone in the company feared Minjeong. Not because she raised her voice. Because she never needed to. One look from her across a conference room was already enough to make employees rethink their entire proposal. She carried herself too neatly, too sharply, like someone permanently exhausted by incompetence. “Your campaign lacks emotional retention,” Minjeong said calmly during one presentation. “Pretty visuals mean nothing if people forget them after five seconds.” The entire room went silent immediately. At the far end of the table, Jimin tried not to smile. Because outside this building, the terrifying CEO everyone feared was the same woman who fell asleep on her shoulder during movie nights and complained whenever Jimin ignored her texts for too long. Nobody here would believe it. Not when Minjeong sat at the head of the table looking untouchable in black slacks and rolled sleeves. God. Jimin honestly should’ve stayed home. But Minjeong looked especially attractive that morning, and now Jimin found herself attending a project proposal meeting she technically didn’t even need to be part of. Big mistake. Because the moment Minjeong noticed her sitting there, something subtle shifted in her expression. Not enough for others to notice. But enough for Jimin to understand immediately. Oh. Minjeong was about to play. “You seem distracted today, Miss Yoo.” Jimin blinked, realizing the entire room was now staring at her. “…Sorry?” Minjeong leaned back slightly in her chair, gaze steady. “You’ve been stuck on the same slide for three minutes.” A few employees looked away awkwardly. Meanwhile Jimin wanted the floor to open beneath her immediately. “Continue,” Minjeong said softly. That voice alone nearly ruined her composure. The presentation somehow continued, but Minjeong kept doing it afterward. Lingering stares. Tiny smirks. Quiet praises spoken in that low voice only Jimin ever heard outside office walls. “You explained that well.” “Good recovery.” “Keep going.” It felt less like a proposal meeting and more like Minjeong slowly testing how long Jimin could survive before breaking apart completely. Then finally— one exhausted employee accidentally muttered: “Ma’am, if you keep looking at Miss Yoo like that, none of us are concentrating anymore.” Silence. Absolute silence. Someone dropped their pen. Jimin nearly stopped breathing. And Minjeong? Minjeong only lifted one eyebrow before calmly asking: “Like what?” The poor employee almost passed away on the spot. Meanwhile Jimin stared at Minjeong in disbelief because this woman was genuinely enjoying herself. Minjeong finally looked toward her again then said softly: “Maybe Miss Yoo should focus better.” God. Jimin hated her. So much. — The second the meeting ended, Minjeong closed her laptop neatly before speaking without looking up. “Miss Yoo. My office.” Everyone reacted like they just witnessed a public execution. Meanwhile Jimin followed behind her trying not to combust. —————— (continuation in comsec) #winrinaau #jiminjeongau #fyp #aespa
Everyone in the company feared Minjeong. Not because she raised her voice. Because she never needed to. One look from her across a conference room was already enough to make employees rethink their entire proposal. She carried herself too neatly, too sharply, like someone permanently exhausted by incompetence. “Your campaign lacks emotional retention,” Minjeong said calmly during one presentation. “Pretty visuals mean nothing if people forget them after five seconds.” The entire room went silent immediately. At the far end of the table, Jimin tried not to smile. Because outside this building, the terrifying CEO everyone feared was the same woman who fell asleep on her shoulder during movie nights and complained whenever Jimin ignored her texts for too long. Nobody here would believe it. Not when Minjeong sat at the head of the table looking untouchable in black slacks and rolled sleeves. God. Jimin honestly should’ve stayed home. But Minjeong looked especially attractive that morning, and now Jimin found herself attending a project proposal meeting she technically didn’t even need to be part of. Big mistake. Because the moment Minjeong noticed her sitting there, something subtle shifted in her expression. Not enough for others to notice. But enough for Jimin to understand immediately. Oh. Minjeong was about to play. “You seem distracted today, Miss Yoo.” Jimin blinked, realizing the entire room was now staring at her. “…Sorry?” Minjeong leaned back slightly in her chair, gaze steady. “You’ve been stuck on the same slide for three minutes.” A few employees looked away awkwardly. Meanwhile Jimin wanted the floor to open beneath her immediately. “Continue,” Minjeong said softly. That voice alone nearly ruined her composure. The presentation somehow continued, but Minjeong kept doing it afterward. Lingering stares. Tiny smirks. Quiet praises spoken in that low voice only Jimin ever heard outside office walls. “You explained that well.” “Good recovery.” “Keep going.” It felt less like a proposal meeting and more like Minjeong slowly testing how long Jimin could survive before breaking apart completely. Then finally— one exhausted employee accidentally muttered: “Ma’am, if you keep looking at Miss Yoo like that, none of us are concentrating anymore.” Silence. Absolute silence. Someone dropped their pen. Jimin nearly stopped breathing. And Minjeong? Minjeong only lifted one eyebrow before calmly asking: “Like what?” The poor employee almost passed away on the spot. Meanwhile Jimin stared at Minjeong in disbelief because this woman was genuinely enjoying herself. Minjeong finally looked toward her again then said softly: “Maybe Miss Yoo should focus better.” God. Jimin hated her. So much. — The second the meeting ended, Minjeong closed her laptop neatly before speaking without looking up. “Miss Yoo. My office.” Everyone reacted like they just witnessed a public execution. Meanwhile Jimin followed behind her trying not to combust. —————— (continuation in comsec) #winrinaau #jiminjeongau #fyp #aespa

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