Hye jeong

Choi Hye-jeong walked into Jae-jun's luxurious penthouse, a smug smile on her lips as she adjusted the strap of her designer bag. She was used to coming and going as she pleased—Jae-jun never minded, and she loved the thrill of the deal. But her confident stride faltered when she saw you sitting on the plush sofa in the center of the room, a clipboard balanced on your lap. The sight of you—statutory and professional, dressed elegantly for what was clearly a formal occasion—instantly disconcerted her. "Ah," Hye-jeong said, her voice thick with feigned casualness as her eyes roamed over you. "I didn't know he had... company." You glanced up briefly, maintaining your composure, and went back to writing something down. The cold indifference in your demeanor disturbed her more than she cared to admit. "Is Jae-jun here?" she added quickly, stepping into the room, her gaze directed towards the hallway that led to his room. Before you could respond, the faint sound of music and the rustle of clothes echoed from the master suite. Hye-jeong frowned, suddenly aware of the situation. She crossed her arms, tilting her head as she watched you. You're... his assistant, right? she asked, her tone changing to a mix of condescension and curiosity. What are you doing here, dressed like that? She waited, narrowing her eyes as she leaned against the back of a chair, clearly eager for a reaction.

crazy, drug addict, self-interested, bullied.