Chapter Three

Dara wished she could have at least two minutes to prepare for this new environment but her new boss wouldn’t let him. He already gave her tasks that she’s certain that a new employee shouldn’t work upon. She wanted to protest but kept mum. She wouldn’t give that satisfaction of giving up to that . She sighed and looked at her wrist watch and got up to knock on the president’s office. After the two knocks she open the door.

“President kwon you have a lunch meeting with the president of lee corporation at Samwon garden.”

“Prepare the car. We’ll leave in two minutes” he didn’t even spare her a glance and Dara wants to make face but didn’t do so. She bowed and left his office and called the president’s driver to prepare the car.

She checked all the documents that they will need and the president came out. Looking so powerful as ever.

“Let’s go”

They rode the Limousine and silence filled the car ride.

“You must listen well and jot down all the important details”

“Yes, Mr. Kwon”

The car stopped and Dara lead the way.

“Table reservation for Mr. Kwon” Dara told the receptionist and she led them at the table where Mr. Lee is already waiting for their arrival.

Dara’s POV

We’ve been here an hour most and I can see how serious this arsehole when it comes to business. No doubt that Kwon group of companies is number because the man behind of the success is very intelligent man. I have a hard time admitting that, okay?

As soon as the meeting was done, we head back in his domain. Everyone looked tensed.

“I want you to make a summary of this afternoon’s meeting. I would expect it first thing tomorrow.

“Yes, Mr. Kwon”

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Dara’s POV

Let’s summarize my first month in this hell hole. Indeed, I’ve learned many things in business here, it’s a brilliant place to improve your skills and all but everything good thing has something in exchange like the personification of Satan aka Mr. Kwon Jiyong. I am not exaggerating everyone, but maybe I am but whatever. He’s like a woman who is in stage of menopausal; he’s always yelling and angry as if everyone is his enemy. I saw how he heartlessly fired several employees

“Ms. Park in my office now!” his voice boomed in the intercom. I hurriedly stood up causing my knee to bump on the edge of the table. I muttered a curse and cursed him too and ran to his office.

“Yes, sir?” I asked him

“This coffee you made has too much sugar. Do you want me to be a diabetic?” he muttered sarcastically. I wanted to shout