“Ms Goh.” Dojin chimed into the intercom of the phone that sat on the large glass desk in his office. Seconds later the unmistakable clicking of Jimmy Choo’s rang out in the oversized office on the top floor of the building. A tall bleach blond woman in a tight read outfit, that showed of her ample, surgically enhances breasts, waddled into the room. Pushing the tiny black, thin framed glasses up her nose with her free hand, the other holding files, answered the man who sat behind the desk swinging slightly on his chair, facing the window and not really acknowledging the woman.
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“Yes Sir?” she drawled with a sigh of irritation and boredom. Dojin tapped his fingers on the pristine glass table, “Did you forward the estimate to Jihoon’s assistant?” even as he asked the question a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and laughter tickled the back of his throat. Ms Goh moved forward and sat the files down on Dojin’s desk and again sighed, before crossing her arms under her bosom making them look as though they would bust out of the tight red dress at any moment. “Yes Sir, I forwarded the details and await the confirmation. I should tell you Sir, even Mr Jung’s assistant did not seem happy with your offer...” she finished sounding totally apathetic
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That was enough to set Dojin off into a fit of laughter, pushing his chair away from his desk, it spinning around as he laughed, his arms wrapped around his middle and continued to cackle. He could see it now, Jihoon throwing the paper work on the table, on the very edge of killing some one and a great big vein popping out of his forehead in rage and irritation. “Oh what fun!” Dojin chuckled wiping a tear from his eye and swallowing his laughter, it calming down now to the odd chuckle as he stood abandoning his chair and walking over to the large window. “You have no choice dear Jihoon, you will accept my offer with gritted teeth because as always my dearest friend you need me.” he chuckled through his nose.
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“Sir?” The secretary asked and Dojin looked over his shoulder like he had forgotten she was there. “Huh? what do you want?” he asked and she sighed, “Nothing sir.” He waved his hand dismissing her, “Then go away can’t you see I’m busy!” the woman stuck her nose in the air with a “humph!” that Dojin ignored and clicked on the impossibly high heels out of his office shutting the door harder then necessary. Dojin snapped his head to look at the door that was slammed and he made a tsking noise and shook his head. “Temper temper Ms Goh.” He then chuckled and looked back out the window.
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It wasn't long after Dojin had made his way back to his desk looking through the files, with little to no effort and a still annoyed Ms Goh’s dull voice sounded over the intercom. “Sir, Mr Jung would like to arrange a meeting.” Dojin smiled from ear to ear, positively thrilled to get out of the office. “Of course, let him know I will meet him in twenty minutes at the usual place.” Dojin removed his finger from the inter come and stood quickly, tugging at the hem of his vest to straighten it, he patted the front assuring himself the dual guns were still safe in their holsters, before me walked across the expanse of the office and out the door.
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Dojin took a moment to torture his secretary further, sitting on the edge of her desk he spoke, “Oh and Ms Goh, I will not be back for the rest of the day, see to it those files get... filled or what ever it is that you do.” he shot her a smirk before she stood and strode away, the sound of the furious woman growling and slamming draws only to throw a pencil at the closing elevator, the last thing she saw, a grinning Dojin. The CEO took the elevator the ground floor, choosing to take his own car, a cherry red 2015 mustang, instead of his normally chauffeured black and only slightly more subtle Cadillac cts, to meet with Jihoon privately at their normal haunt, a little bar in the heart of Seoul, where their drinks were always free, and no one would give them a second glance.
