Kim Jihae should have listened to her guts when it didn't want to involve with World Corp - because then, she wouldn't be meeting with Oh ing Sehun.

“That should be my seat.” Jihae said, voice dropping cold. 

While Sehun had his lips tugged in Cheshire like grin at that - almost teasing like, and he went spreading his legs for her to see, patting on his inner thigh. 

“Well, you can always sit on my lap.”

She always knew that son of a wouldn't let her go that easily.