episode 002

Part 2: The Game Begins

Guri sat in the college auditorium, playing with the hem of her dress as she listened to the principal's speech. She wasn't particularly interested in the business talk, but the presence of Mr. Jeon Jungkook was impossible to ignore.

From the moment he walked in, the entire hall had gone silent, mesmerized by his aura. His sharp jawline, cold yet piercing eyes, and the way his suit hugged his broad shoulders made him stand out like a king among commoners.

Why does he feel so familiar? she wondered, biting her lip. She had never met him before… or so she thought.

“Miss Guri.”

She jolted out of her thoughts at the sound of her name. Looking up, she found Mr. Jeon staring directly at her. The intensity in his eyes sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.

“Yes…?” she asked hesitantly.

“I need to discuss something important with you. Follow me.” His voice was deep, authoritative—the kind that didn’t tolerate disobedience.

Guri hesitated. Why would a powerful businessman like him want to talk to her? She looked toward the principal, expecting him to intervene, but the older man simply nodded.

With no other choice, she followed Mr. Jeon out of the auditorium.

Outside, near the garden area…

Guri stood awkwardly as Mr. Jeon leaned against a pillar, his gaze fixed on her. The silence between them was unbearable, and she felt like a small rabbit trapped in the presence of a lion.

“You are a final-year student, correct?” he finally asked.

“Yes.”

“I read your profile. You have excellent academic records, and you are also quite active in college events,” he stated, as if he had memorized everything about her.

Guri blinked in confusion. “Why would you be interested in my profile?”

A small smirk formed on his lips. “Because I have an offer for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Offer?”

“I need a personal assistant,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “And you are the perfect candidate.”

Guri’s eyes widened. Personal assistant? For the CEO of Jeon Enterprises?

“But why me? There are hundreds of qualified candidates—”

“I don’t like repeating myself, Miss Guri,” he interrupted smoothly, taking a step closer. “I choose my employees for a reason. And I want you.”

Her breath hitched at his words. There was something dangerously alluring about the way he spoke, like he was claiming her as his possession.

“I—I need time to think about it,” she stammered, stepping back.

“You have 24 hours,” he said, his voice deep and unwavering. “Make the right choice.”

As he walked away, Guri exhaled sharply. Why did it feel like she was stepping into something she wouldn’t be able to escape?

To be continued…