"Yo Mr. Gabida," I confidently strut into my dad's boss's office, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside me. "How you doin'?" I greet him with a cheerful smile, hoping to lighten up the room. However, instead of reciprocating the friendly gesture, he lets out a heavy sigh, his disappointment evident in the way he slumps in his chair.356Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYtsFz3Fao2
"Mrs. Seo Yeon Park, I wish you would stop addressing me as 'Gabida'," he scolds me sternly, causing my eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "It's quite rude and considering I'm not your boss, it's kind of irritating," he continues, his tone laced with annoyance and a tinge of hurt. The gravity of his words tugs at my conscience, making me realize that perhaps I have unknowingly been unintentionally disrespectful. "You make me feel older than I actually am," he adds with a hint of resignation, his words piercing through me like sharp daggers. As the weight of his disappointment settles upon me, a shiver runs down my spine, making me acutely aware of the need for personal growth.356Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYHLzOOhm9g
"Riiigghhhttt," I mumble, feeling a mix of embarrassment and regret. "Anyway, Mr. Gabida, I think there's a guy on my trail," I admit, my voice laced with concern. Turning to him as a trusted confidant, I place my trust in his capable hands. "Can you please do something to help me out? Pretty please?" I implore, hoping that he understands the gravity of the situation and my vulnerability within it.356Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqJKB79SB2G
He sighs once more, the weight of responsibility resting heavily on his shoulders. Reluctantly, he reaches for his phone, determination etched across his expression. Making a quick call, his eyes lose their sparkle, and a sense of urgency takes hold. As he hands me the phone, apprehension gnaws at the pit of my stomach, amplifying my uneasy feelings.356Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdpOkudCXhd
"Mrs. Park, you sure do seem to be getting into a lot of trouble," a voice from the other end of the line echoes through the phone, a mixture of concern and exasperation coloring each word. I recognize this voice instantly, belonging to the head captain of my father's trusted assault team. The familiarity of his voice provides a semblance of comfort amidst the chaos. With a heavy sigh, I acknowledge the truth in his words. "This would be your 7th reported stalker this week, am I correct?" he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of worry. The underlying concern breaks through the facade of toughness, reminding me of the danger that looms around me. I find myself nodding in response, my silence conveying the truth that words fail to describe. "Be more careful, please. We can't have you getting kidnapped again," he advises, his voice laden with a sense of protective authority. The phone call abruptly ends, leaving me with mixed emotions, both grateful for the support and fearful of the unknown.356Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzCSRegDklG
Returning the phone to Mr. Gabida, I ponder over his words, internalizing his concern and the gravity of the situation at hand. "You know, Mr. Gabida," I pause, meeting his angry glare with a hint of defiance. "It's not my fault I'm so overly sexy that all the guys can't get over me," I say with a hint of playful sarcasm, attempting to lighten the mood. However, his expression remains stern, and I find myself sinking into the comfortable couch nearby, my dramatic sigh conveying a mixture of exhaustion and disillusionment. With an intent gaze, I watch Mr. Gabida as he rubs his temples, his frustration palpable.356Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9XkjiSXX3Z
"My name is Kang-" he starts, his words cut off abruptly as a deafening bang resonates through the entire building. The walls shake violently, sending shivers down my spine. The sudden intrusion disrupts the tense atmosphere, leaving us both startled and on edge. A burly, muscular man forcefully bursts through the wall, his presence overpowering and frightening. In a split second, he grabs me, effortlessly lifting me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Panic rises within me, and I instinctively kick with all my might, aiming for his chest in a desperate attempt to free myself from his grasp. However, my efforts prove futile as he remains unfazed, his grip unyielding. With a sense of helplessness and terror taking hold, I am carried away, my world spinning as I scream in a desperate plea for release.356Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrDoczoboHh
The man swiftly carries me towards his black Hyundai Porter, the vehicle looming ominously in the distance. My heart pounds in my chest, a mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. He throws me unceremoniously into the backseat, the impact of the car door against my head causing a sharp pain to shoot through me. Yelping in agony, darkness engulfs my senses as everything fades into oblivion, leaving me to wonder what my uncertain fate may hold.356Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0hDPtTN0T8
