8 Should you be really answering the door dressed that way? (1/2)
It had been two or so hours after her meeting with the son of the Song family. And she was already on her laptop, conferencing with investors from Japan, like she didn't offer to change somebody's life with just a piece of paper mere hours ago. She felt somewhat indifferent to it. After all, she couldn't be more bothered than the person who received the said offer.
Ji-Eun finished the video call with a smile, ”Thank you, Matsumoto-san. I look forward to our actual meeting next week.”
After making sure that she left the line last, she finally made a move to close her laptop and leaned back on the soft couch. Sighing, she glanced at the clock.
It's already past 5:00 pm? But... She looked around the hotel suite she was in and contemplated. Do I stay here or drive home? Father's not even home right now.
”And now I'm regretting that I refused to drink earlier...” she whispered to herself.
She stood up and moved towards the master bath and decided to take a nice, long shower.
After her meeting with Song Hyun-Shik, Ji-Eun moved to her personal floor at The Regal Hotel and decided to work in her suite. She had made it so that only there were only five rooms on that level. And taking into consideration the number of rooms on this level, one can imagine just how spacious each one was. One was her suite, another was President Chung's suite, a private dining area, an extra VVIP room, and her ”for show” CEO's office.
She can count in one hand just how many times she had been in her so-called office. She had always preferred being in her suite, where the bedroom was made to look exactly like her room at their villa. With the exception of the rather extensive, hotel-like front room, which she used as her make-shift office, she rather liked what the contractors did with her suite. They were so detailed that the carpet was made to be the exact same one as what she had in her original room.
She loved it. It was homey and perfect. And no one bothered her here. Because besides her, her father, and a few selected members of her staff, no one was really allowed to be on this floor. Each person had to take a private elevator and had to have a separate key card to be able to access this floor. Even the person who manned the private dining room had to have his own card.
She did this not to be a snob or anything, but she rather liked being away from prying eyes and inquiring stares. She knew most of her staff didn't know what she looked like, just that she was young and capable. Oftentimes, the staff at the hotel only heard from her through her secretary. And that was enough for all of them. As long as they are doing their job, she was fine with all of them. And as long as she, as their CEO, cares for their workplace, everything was alright.
She walked to the phone. ”Yes?”
”Ms. Chung,” one of the staff greeted her apologetically. ”Sorry to interrupt your evening. Mr. Oh just arrived and is on his way up to see you.”
Her eyes went wide and she said excitedly, ”Yes, that's fine. Thank you!”
A few seconds later, she heard a light knock on the door of her suite and she all but bounded over.
”Oh Jaehyun!” She exclaimed as she opened the door and saw the young man standing outside.
”Hey, hey...” he clucked disapprovingly, automatically taking the towel on her hand and putting it over her shoulder. ”Should you be really answering the door dressed that way?”
The young man was smiling even though he was scolding her. She felt a little relieved seeing him there.
”Oh, shut up...” She dragged him inside. ”You came here from the airport? Did you just arrive?” She held onto his suit jacket firmly.
”Yes, I did.” He ruffled her still wet hair.
”Have you eaten?” She studied his face.
”Nope. Drove straight here,” he shook his head. ”Do you want to go out and eat?”
”Yes, please! Wait... I'm just going to get dressed.” She hurried away from the front room and went towards her bedroom.
The young man shook his head and watched her hurry away.
Seemed like she really missed me, huh? He thought as he looked over at the pile of papers at the table. Documents, proposals, research... Has that girl been working after hours? He looked back her bedroom door.
”Ji-Eun,” he called as he started arranging the papers at her work desk. ”The contract you asked for, the Hong Kong investors liked it. They sent the signed contract back with me.”
There was a thud and a small crash from her bedroom.
”Ji-Eun?” He asked worriedly.
”Yeah? I'm fine. Just excited over what you said!”
He let out a small laugh and turned back to re-arranging her work desk. He must have had experienced this a thousand times as he quickly sorted out the papers she needed and piled them accordingly.