*Beep Beep Beep Beep*
"Augh. . ."
Rustles from a queen size followed by a groggy lazy sound from a female overlap the singing voice of the birds, just outside the big window of the room. The clock continues to blare as the number glow with the morning sunlight.
"Mhm. . . damn it. . ."
A slender hand peered through the duvet before picking up the blaring clock and throwing it against the wall, pieces like snowflakes slowly fell on the carpeted floor.
"Finally. . . some peace and quiet, just how I like it,"
The female murmured before going back to sleep.
The door opened as a maid came in with a stern look. She sighs as she head to the bed. Suddenly, she yanked the thick and soft blanket as a beautiful woman was seen sleeping soundly, like an angel.
"Young miss, if you don't wake up, you will be late from work which will destroy your perfect attendance,"
The female opened her eyes as she jumped and ran to her bathroom, connected to her bedroom, taking a quick shower. The maid quickly arranges the bed and picks the clothes that her mistress personally chooses from the chair.
The morning followed with the young miss of the household, putting on her work clothes, eating her breakfast, and running to the car as the butler softly shut the door before stepping back and bowed with the others, lined up in front of the front door.
"Have a good day, young lady!"
The staff greeted as the sleek car exited the gated house. The driver, Aiden, merged into the traffic professionally as he passed a thick bundle of papers to the woman.
"What is this?" She frowned her eyebrows in confusion
"It was delivered in your name. Mr. butler— I mean, Mr. John, opened the envelope in case if it contains a dangerous item," Aiden replied.
The lady quickly read the papers as comfortable silence settled inside the car. Not long after, he turned left as the building of J&L Corp. came into view.
"Thanks for driving me, Aiden. See you later!" She closed the door and entered the expensive doors.
"Lisa!"
A group of beautiful women were waving their hands as she ran to them and gave them a big hug. One of them handed her favourite drink, ice coffee, as they headed to the elevators. They chatted to each other happily as people gave them way like celebrities and oblivious to the attention they're getting.
"Why does it feel like everyone is dressed so expensive and elegantly today? Is there a meeting, conference, or party going on?" Lisa Manoban, also known as the Muse of J&L Corp., famous for her photography skills, and for being beautiful, asks as the doors closed.
"Ah! Apparently, Marcus's son will be arriving today from New York," Jennie Kim, a senior artist in the music world and signed under the company, answered.
"Is he a celebrity?" Wendy, a Canadian famous singer, asks with a raised brow.
"I don't know. . . but it looks like he is based on the reporters, journalists, and a heavy security guards line up in front," Tzuyu, Lisa's cousin from her mother's side and general manager of the fashion department, stated.
The girls peered down through the glass wall of the elevator as it slowly went up to their designated floors. In front of the entrance door, three expensive black cars pulled up as the security guards lined up in front of the chaos, messy, and loud reporters and journalists.
A big and muscular man exited from the first and third cars as they surrounded the second car. Another man got out from the front passenger seat and patted his clothes before opening the back door.
Shiny, expensive black shoes touched the pavement as cameras pointed their lenses at the man. He wore an expensive set of suits paired with sunglasses, handsome and sharp jaw with slick hair, making him dangerous.
He smiled and waved his hands as he walked towards the building. Reporters and journalists spewed their questions without hesitation, pushing each other only to get pushed back harder by the security guards. Screams, giggle, and murmurs spread all throughout the outside and inside the building. Girls can be seen arranging their hair and clothes as they try to steal the mans' attention.
The guards immediately blocked the entrance doors as the man safely went inside. Men in suits ran from all directions of the lobby then lined in a straight line as they bowed formally.
"Welcome, Mr. Jeon Jungkook!"
"Eh? What's this?" Jungkook scanned the bowed staffs, through his shades, as girls swoon and squealed in excitement, before whispering to himself "Don't tell me Pops' did this. Is this to humiliate me, make fun, or to welcome me?"
"Mr. Jungkook, welcome to J&L Corporation," A man around his thirties walked till he's two feet away from him before bowing.
"George!" Jungkook hugged the man while patting his back, happily.
"Thanks for welcoming me back. Where's the old man?"
"Mr. Jeon is waiting for you in his office," George leads the men inside the private elevator as they went up. The crowd slowly dispelled as they disappeared except for those who we're curious stayed behind, asking for information.
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and then Add to home screen.