25 Hes Coming Back (1/2)

MEANWHILE...

In the middle of a bustling city, stood a grey building. As a towering figure, it blocked sunlight from reaching the ground, shadowing darkness over the pedestrians.

This structure was known as the MH Building, built by one of the biggest companies in the world, and had recently become a signature in New York City for its height.

Although sounds of honking cars, revving engines, and chattering surrounded the tall building, the inside of the highest room was deadly silent. Not a single sound penetrated through the gla.s.s windows.

In the middle of this room sat a tall man. Behind his dark mahogany desk, he was evaluating a stack of reports. Full dark lashes surrounded his eyes as he skimmed over the company a.n.a.lytics, looking for any faults in the data.

Gorgeous was not enough to describe this male specimen. The contrast between his black hair and his light skin made him resemble a beautiful vampire.

Among the workers, he was a G.o.d; both for his visuals and prodigal business mindset. He was well-known in the business sector as a figure not to be reckoned with.

While in concentration, he heard a single knock on his office door.

His sharp eyes gazed up, to meet his secretary's.

Secretary Kim was a short and skinny man. With golden rimmed gla.s.ses perched on his nose and bug-like eyes, he matched the stereotypical look of an intellectual. His visuals did not betray his character, for when it came to organization and work, Secretary Kim was the best.

The MH company was known for the brutal compet.i.tion among its workers, who were all graduates from top universities. They all competed to rise in ranks. The only way to survive was by using ones intellect and wits.

Through hard work, Secretary Kim had triumphed first, earning him a spot right beside the president. Although his social skills were lacking, he had photographic memory, enabling him to remember all important details.

”What is it?” Minhyun's deep voice mumbled.

Secretary Kim fixed his tie while clenching his fingers around a tablet. ”Sorry to interrupt but y-you have to see this sir.”

Minhyun lifted an eyebrow. It was rare to see Secretary Kim this nervous. He was usually confident in his work. Clearly, the contents of his message would make him angered. What could the device possibly hold?

As the touch-screen device entered his eyes, he noticed the thumbnail to be taking place at a university. His business had no relations to any schools other than Harvard but Secretary Kim wouldn't be wary if it concerned his graduated school. He wondered why this video would be of importance.

He pressed play.

Secretary Kim nervously fiddled with his fingers. There was no doubt his president was going to be in fury after seeing the video. He was usually cold and emotionless - not letting any person reach his heart.

However, there were only two people that stirred Minhyun's emotions; his father and his childhood sweetheart, Yoona.

His father, was self-explanatory. The old man retired early due to Minhyun's success but continued as a board member, making him relevant for big decisions pertaining the company. Due to his continuous position of power and t.i.tle as previous CEO, he constantly berated Minhyun with problems. He acted as if he was still the CEO of the company. Although the relations.h.i.+p between the two was terrible, it worsened every day. Minhyun hated his father with a pa.s.sion.

Yoona, on the other hand, was the recipient of his president's love. Despite, staying apart for years, his president checked on the girl once in a while, in case she got hurt. The only time he smiled was when there was good news involving her.

Secretary Kim couldn't imagine how much Minhyun cared for Yoona. To think the cold, distant boss was weak for a university student. It was shocking to say at least. She must be very special.

However, as the contents of this video showed Yoona being hara.s.sed and publicly humiliated by two students, it would definitely arise anger in his superior. This was not going to end up well.

Secretary Kim prayed for his own well-being.

Unlike how he expected, Minhyun was deathly quiet.

”Secretary Kim,” Minhyun began. His insides were shaking; fists pale.