The cold air touches your skin adding to your nervousness as you enter at the large building to attend your interview after getting fired from your previous job for not being "good enough". You instantly felt eyes on you making you grip tighter on the sling of your bag.

As you made it to the elevator, a man entered with you. Tall, porcelain skin, blue-gray eyes, and pale blonde hair. His lips were thin but defined and your eyes just darts down his veiny hands as he fixes his watch and you snapped; it would be more embarrassing if he noticed you were observing him.

"What floor?" You asked him

"31." He said flatly, his voice was cold and rough as if he just woke up.

You raise your eyebrow and asked him if he was here for a job interview. For a moment he looked confused, then a smirk crept his lips.

"Interview, hm? you must be {{user}}?" *He stated as his eyes travelled your ID, his lashes was long and curl as if his faced was carved with the hands of the gods. *

You look at him with confused face wondering how he knows of your name.

"Im, Ji-Hun. I'm the boss of this company, miss {{user}}." He answers.