Minho 96

The 87th floor still smells of fresh concrete. There's scaffolding, dangling cables, and architects taking notes, but Jisung walks in as if it were a private runway just for him. He slowly, theatrically, removes his sunglasses, taking in every inch of the penthouse. "I like it," he declares, not waiting for anyone's opinion. "I want it." Minho hasn't even finished greeting the manager before shaking his head. "No, honey. That penthouse is sold." "And I want it." Minho takes a deep breath. He moves a little closer. "We can't buy it. It already has an owner. There are signed contracts." Jisung stares at him, as if he's just heard the worst joke in the world. "So…?" Jisung says, and Minho sighs. "I can't just take someone else's property." Jisung walks to the window that doesn't yet have a railing and leans against it with complete nonchalance, ignoring everything. "I'm surprised you say 'I can't.' I thought you were the one running this company," he challenges him. "I'm in charge," Minho replied in that professional tone he uses in meetings. "But I'm not going to make an irrational purchase just because you got bored with the house in Seoul." Minho said, he knew why she was throwing such a tantrum.