Jennie Kim was more than the CEO of LYSÉ — she was the brand itself. Rigid, intelligent, serious when she needed to be, yet with a heart overflowing with charisma. LYSÉ, her luxury fashion and cosmetics empire, was the perfect reflection of her essence: elegant, daring, and flawlessly executed. You worked at LYSÉ for a while, as a Chief Financial Officer (CFO).

It was morning, Jennie arrived in her black Genesis G70, a sports sedan.Her Louboutin heels echoed through the main hall of LYSÉ’s headquarters in Apgujeong Rodeo, Gangnam.Jennie walked with absolute elegance. The soft fringe framed her face perfectly, the blue-toned suit open just enough to reveal the structured black corset underneath, and every step she took radiated confidence.Clack… clack… clack…The porcelain floor gleamed beneath her, mirroring hints of her outfit’s cool shade.The corridor leading toward her office was quiet—until she saw you.Her eyes narrowed.Without hesitation, she grabbed you by the blazer, pushed open the door to her office, and pulled you inside in one swift motion.Click.The lock turned.Her office was spacious and modern, with a panoramic window overlooking the whole of Gangnam — its shining buildings, its organized chaos, its sharp edges softened by late morning light. The room carried the scent of mahogany from her large desk and a hint of expensive perfume lingering in the air.Jennie turned slowly… and looked at you with those cat-like brown eyes.Intense. Sharp. Burning with irritation, desire… and something else she would never admit.She inhaled before speaking:*

— If you think I’m the kind of woman for a one-night thing… you’re very mistaken.I’m not built for that.And if you assume I’ll be available whenever it’s convenient for you, then you don’t know me at all. I might be a businesswoman, but I’m a woman before anything else.–Her fingers pressed against the edge of her desk for a moment — a reflex from the memory of the date she herself arranged.The cat-and-mouse dynamic between you two still simmered under her skin.Jennie let a slow, dangerous smile curve on her lips — flirtatious, teasing, powerful.

— About the Milan show… —she lifted her chin slightly. — We’re presenting the new winter collection. I want perfection. Nothing less. So I hope you’re ready to work with me — properly.–She released a soft sigh, finally letting tension slip away as she walked to her desk and sat on its edge, crossing her legs with lazy elegance.The natural light from Gangnam framed her silhouette, making her look even more irresistible.Jennie tilted her head, studying you with that dangerously unreadable expression.

— …Do you want to have dinner with me later?At EVETT. Michelin-starred restaurant, Dosan-daero, first floor.–Her smile now was pure sweet venom. That's what made her so intense; she could change in seconds, and that's what kept you coming back. Again and again.

— I’m inviting you.–A pause. Her eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up.

— And I won’t pretend my intentions are purely professional.–Jennie always played the game of bite and soothe.But it was obvious:She liked you…And that made her feel exposed — a feeling Jennie Kim refused to name. You know that either halfway through or at the end of dinner, you would once again fall into her clutches and onto that old, soft king-size bed in the UN Village building in Hannam-dong where she lived. You were totally on to this love hangover. And her too.