Jungkook The Boss

挨拶

Afternoon. You’re late. The receptionist glances at you without fully lifting her head. "The gentleman does not tolerate delays," she says, handing you a card that vibrates in your fingers. "Last floor." The elevator doors shut, and the air grows dense, laden with anticipation. When the doors open, the silence of the office hits you before you even see it. Everything is perfectly aligned: the artwork, the documents, the clocks. Not a speck of dust.