One

"Yes, Father. I'll make you proud." I promised before cutting the call and turning back to the mirror. I had on a crisp black suit, and my dark hair was smoothed out to the side, unlike my usual messy look.

"Stupid games," I muttered, pulling out the envelope my father had left at my table. I knew what it held, the black-clad figure in the photo much more familiar to me than it had been two months ago.

"I've only ever seen you smile once." I whispered, tracing my fingers over the smooth photo.

It was my favorite out of the rest, a dozen pictures at least, bent over the computer, having coffee with a friend, paying bills for an evening spent shopping and so many other random ones. But there was only one with a smile.

The figure in the picture looked younger, much carefree than I had seen in the past few months. This was taken much earlier, and I clearly remembered the evening that it was taken. It had been years. Back then, her eyes sparkled with the curiosity only a learner still had.

"What happened to you? You don't smile anymore."

I straightened, slipping the picture into the pocket of my suit. I had memorized the features quite a while ago but still carried it around like a bad habit. It was as though it reminded me of my ultimate goal.

"Why is my father so interested in you?"

-

Kiera:

"Should I send them home and ask them to come back tomorrow? It's already five in the evening." the intern asked, popping her head into my office.

I continued typing on my laptop, as I shook my head. "No, I want to finish it off today. Give me all their files. I want to go through their CV before talking to them." The intern left the room with a 'sure ma'am' and a slight nod.

I groaned at the thought of having to interview ten people. It wasn't a tiny number for this particular job and I was sure many more had applied to score this one. But the number of levels the interviews had was no joke. It was tiring and most people would drop it nearing the end, but that only made it better. The final round, where I interview would only have around three people, but now, ten was too huge a number. Because I only picked the best. And I only needed ten minutes to know who that was. Which was why I was so sure that I could finish off the interviews within such limited time. But it was still a pain, nonetheless.

A long sigh left my lips and it was obvious that I was tired. And even more with the project report that I had on hand. The deadline for which, was a week away. It was entirely true that I was part of that community that did not need deadlines to finish work, but this one would always drag out till the end. Why? Because the CEO reviewing them was my father. I wanted to impress him, a feat that was impossible to accomplish.

Despite everyone's impression of me being perfect, my family never failed to find a fault in me. I agreed that they had a valid reason for doing that, and also that I probably deserved it, but I still tried my best to get on their good side.

A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the glass door of my office. Not even bothering to look up from my screen, I mumbled a 'come in'. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed a man enter.

"Please take a seat," I muttered when the man greeted me. He was polite, but he could wait. Five minutes. That's all I needed to finish my report.

I typed out my concluding paragraph in a rush and my fingers lingered on the send button, thinking of what more I could add to it to make it better than the apparent 'disaster' the last time. Instead, I just saved it on my computer, when I could go through with a calm mind and could come up with better ideas. I hoped for a little appreciation from my father, though I already knew that the reply would be cold. Like always.

Another soft sigh escapes my lips, as I whirl around my rotating chair to snatch the files of the candidates. I opened the first file and went through his qualifications. I squinted my eyes ever so lightly when I noticed that he had almost all the qualifications that I did. Almost. But even so, why would he want to get a job as someone's secretary? He could do so much better.

But I guess everyone had to start low. Like I did. And when I came to think about it, his qualifications could be an advantage for my company, even though I could see from his CV, that he didn't have much working experience. But I was sure he was a fast learner. Heck, how could he not be with all these qualifications?

I glanced at the name of the applicant.

Jeon Jungkook.

The name so familiar on my tongue, in my thoughts and my curses, it was funny the way it popped up here too. My eyes snapped to the man sitting in front of me, looking at him clearly for the first time since he entered my office. His promise now making much more sense than before.

This was unexpected.

Dark brown eyes, brown hair covering his eyebrows and a very curious smile. As if he had been waiting. Waiting for the realization to dawn on my features, so he could gloat and remind me of that promise.

He broke into a huge grin when my eyes met his.

Just like he had done those countless number of times we had bumped into each other.

Just like he had done, when I met him earlier this morning. His question from that time resonated in my mind.

"Why black?"