MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 8 Midnight Walk
It was 11:12 PM when Y/N stepped off the elevator.
The CEO floor was empty — quiet, except for the soft noise of the city far below.
All the lights were off...
Except his office.
She paused outside the glass door, took one breath, and knocked once.
His voice was cold. Calm. Almost bored.
She walked inside, her heels barely tapping against the marble floor, and placed the printed report on his desk.
He didn't even glance at her. He flipped a page slowly, like he had all the time in the world.
He finally looked at her — sharp, unimpressed.
A quiet pause.
He wasn't mad.
He was looking for something to argue about.
Her jaw clenched. She bit down the reply she wanted to fire back.
Instead, she pulled a chair closer and sat down, calm and professional.
She placed the papers down again.
He leaned back, eyes locked on her.
She signed and picked up her bag and left — the sound of the door closing felt like a slap of finality.
He sat still for a long moment, jaw tense, eyes fixed on the empty chair she'd left behind.
The night air was sharp and cold.
By the time Y/N stepped out of the Jeon building, it was almost 12:30 AM.
The streets were half-deserted — neon lights flickering, puddles reflecting the city's quiet chaos.
She wrapped her coat tighter and started walking toward the station.
Her phone battery was dead. Her steps echoed.
Then — a voice.
She turned. Two men lingered by the corner, one grinning, the other holding a beer can.
She quickened her pace.
Their footsteps followed.
Her pulse jumped. She turned down a side alley — too narrow, too dark.Another mistake.
A flash of headlights. A sharp brake.