WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 123

A woman emerged from a sleek, black luxury car, a swarm of paparazzi descended upon her like vultures, their cameras flashing like fireflies in the morning light. The driver, dressed in a crisp, tailored suit, stood aside as she stepped out of the vehicle, her long legs unfolding like a gazelle's, her designer heels clicking on the pavement with a confident cadence.

She was a vision of elegance, her tailored suit accentuating her curves, her hair styled to perfection, and her makeup flawless. The paparazzi, hungry for a shot, blocked her path, their questions firing like rapid gunfire. "Ma'am, can you tell us about your latest project?"

Questions upon questions were thrown at her, but she remained poised, her face a mask of serenity, as her guards struggled to keep the paparazzi at bay, their imposing figures a barrier between her and the frenzy.

As she walked into the company, a chorus of greetings erupted from the employees, their voices a symphony of respect. "Good morning, Ma'am!" "Good morning, Ma'am!" She smiled graciously, waving her hand in acknowledgement, her diamond-studded cuff glinting in the light like a subtle wink. With a subtle nod, she acknowledged the staff, her presence commanding attention and respect, her aura exuding confidence and poise.

As she stepped into the elevator, the doors closed behind her with a soft whisper, enveloping her in solitude. Her gaze drifted to her wrist, where a sleek, high-end timepiece gleamed in the dim light. She checked the time, her eyes narrowing slightly before she pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen with practiced ease. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, casting a faint light on her features as she scrolled through messages. With a few swift keystrokes, she typed out a response, her thumbs moving with a life of their own. She tucked the phone away, the sound of the elevator's soft hum the only accompaniment to her movements.

As she stood there, she smoothed out her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear with a gentle touch. The elevator glided to a stop, and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a hallway lined with sleek, modern doors that seemed to stretch on forever. The polished floor gleamed like a mirror, reflecting the light from the overhead fixtures.

She stepped out into the hallway, her heels clicking on the floor with a confident cadence. Her stride was purposeful, her long legs eating up the distance as she walked through the open doors. The air was cool and crisp, scented with the faint aroma of fresh flowers.

As she reached a particular door, she pushed it open with a gentle touch, and stepped inside. The office was a testament to luxury, with rich, dark wood paneling and plush carpeting that seemed to swallow her heels. The furniture was sleek and modern, with a hint of classic elegance that spoke of refinement and taste.

She dropped her bag on the table, the leather thudding softly on the polished surface, and sank into the chair, her eyes scanning the room with a quiet satisfaction. The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence. "Come in," she said, her voice clear and authoritative. A lady entered, her eyes bright and attentive. "Tea or coffee, Ma'am?" she asked, her voice deferential.

The woman looked up, her eyes considering the options. "I'll go with coffee," she said, her voice firm but polite. The lady nodded and withdrew, leaving her alone in the opulent office, surrounded by the trappings of power and success. The silence closed in around her once more, a comfortable, familiar shroud.

The woman's fingers danced across the keyboard as she opened the laptop in front of her, the screen flickering to life with a soft hum. She was the epitome of elegance, her classy demeanor and refined features exuding an aura of confidence and authority. As the CEO of a lucrative business empire, she was accustomed to making high-stakes decisions, and her poise reflected her experience and expertise.

As she typed, her eyes were fixed intently on the screen, her brow furrowed in concentration. The soft glow of the laptop's screen illuminated her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her cheekbones and the determined set of her jaw. Her fingers flew across the keyboard with a practiced ease, the words flowing effortlessly onto the page.

The office around her was a testament to her wealth and success, the opulent decor and sleek lines of the furniture reflecting her impeccable taste. The laptop, a cutting-edge model, was just one of the many tools at her disposal, and she wielded it with the ease of a seasoned professional.

As she worked, the sound of her fingers typing on the keyboard was the only sound in the room, a soft staccato beat that underscored her focus and determination. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she was not afraid to take charge and make it happen. The wealth and power that surrounded her were not just symbols of her success, but also tools that she used to shape her world and bend it to her will.

The lady returned with a cup of steaming hot coffee, her footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. She handed the cup over to the woman, who took it with a gracious smile.

As she lifted the cup to her lips, she looked up at the lady and asked, "Have you checked my schedule?" The lady nodded, her eyes bright with attentiveness. "Yes, Ma'am. You're having a meeting with Madam ji hyeon this afternoon." The woman's eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to recall the name. "Ji hyeon .. Ji hyeon... what is the full name?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. The lady's response was prompt. "Kang ji hyeon, Ma'am." The woman's expression froze, her eyes fixed on some point in space as if she was processing the information. "Okay, fine," she said finally, her voice measured. "Where is our meeting place?"

The lady's reply was equally prompt. "Hanilkwan, Ma'am. It's a lovely restaurant in Gangnam." The woman nodded, her eyes still distant. "Okay, fine. I'll like to meet her too." She took a sip of her coffee, her gaze drifting off into thought as if contemplating the upcoming meeting. The mention of Kang ji hyeon's name seemed to have triggered something within her, and she was lost in her own world for a moment.

The woman's gaze lingered on the lady for a moment before she spoke, her voice measured. "Besides, why am I meeting with this person?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

The lady's response was straightforward. "Well, she wants to do business with you, Ma'am. She's really interested in exploring potential opportunities with your company."

The woman nodded thoughtfully, her expression unreadable. With a subtle gesture, she signaled the lady to leave, and the lady nodded discreetly before exiting the room.

With a slight shake of her head, she snapped out of her reverie and refocused on the task at hand. Her fingers returned to the keyboard, and she began typing once more, her attention fully absorbed in the work in front of her.