Mikaela exits the company through the automatic sliding door, seeing three identical looking Korean men in black suits and shades standing closely behind two cars: Both from Jang Industries— the name boldly branded, one painted white, the other was navy blue.
"Mika! Mikaela! Can you hear me?" The buzzing sound vibrates his ear. He forgot about that little device in his ear.
"You don't need to yell." He whispers as he makes his way towards them, speaking with his lips sealed — a useful skill he picked up over the years.
"Right, sorry. How did the interview go? I see by your tracker that you're leaving the building."
"Look, I can't explain all the details, but long story short is that Liam Miller got the job, and now he's on his way to meet his boss."
"Woah! Okay, we are making progress. We'll talk later. Goodluck!" Darcy turns the call off.
— • —
It was an uncomfortable forty-five minute drive.
Before Mikaela could get in the car, he was body searched. The only reason they didn't find the listening device and trackers on him was because they kept focusing on his private areas. It took the will of God for Mikaela to remain calm and not bash their heads against the concrete road.
After such a violating search, they got into the vehicles, Mikaela, in the passenger's seat, accompanied by one of the bodyguards, took the white one. The other two took the navy blue one.
Currently, they are in front of Marino twin towers. Similar to the Jang family, the Marinos also got generational wealth from the automotive industry.
Could they also be involved with the Guild? Mikaela wonders before feeling a hand tapping him on his shoulder, he turns around to face the bodyguard beside him.
"Yo! Pretty boy, why are you still sitting down? Go tell the boss that his ride's here." He orders, practically spitting out those words.
"Of course! But I don't know where he could be. Would you mind calling him-" Mikaela pauses as soon as the bodyguard raises his hand to halt him.
"Ola may not have prepped you on your position yet, so I'm gonna explain it to you in words you can understand. You are his wage slave. All the other staff are leagues above you. The secretary is basically the omega of the company, you understand? You rank just a little bit above the cleaners."
He laughs mockingly, "You don't worry, your pretty little ass though. You'll get to realise the true meaning of what it's like to be the CEO's secretary in no time."
— • —
Mikaela has been frantically searching the office spaces inside the Marino Towers for the past fifteen minutes. When he first walked in, he asked the receptionist if she had seen him and hopefully had a clue where he could be, and her response was lacklustre at best.
"I see a lot of tall, dark, and handsome men in suits pass by honey, but I'm not paid enough to keep a record!"
Having covered the down floor, he goes up the elevator to search the office rooms there.
Still, he doesn't find him.
"Mikaela what's going on? Your trackers are moving in circles." Darcy communicates.
"Are you trying to blow my cover? From now on, I make the calls, got it?" He turns her off quickly before any prying eyes among the Marino staff workers noticed.
The Bastard could be anywhere! Do they expect me to search the entire-
A strange sound takes him out of his thoughts— almost like a yelp.
"Ah!"
There it is again, now a whimper coming from a door labelled; CONFERENCE ROOM.
Mikaela slowly walks towards the conference room and cautiously opens the door.
Even though he could've guessed it, his eyes widens in shock at the sight.
It was Ceo Jang Ji-hoon thrusting his hips forward with intent and speed, his right hand gripping the hips of a topless brunette woman who was face down on the conference table, barely standing as she took in every thrust Ji-hoon gave her.
The sounds they were making vocally and intimately made Mikaela nauseous, his hand still on the doorknob to compose himself. Darcy's voice of her saying "He's a massive pervert..." echoes in his mind.
Ceo Ji-hoon face shifts to the side, locking eyes with Mikaela. He grins, giving him a wink before ramping into her with more vigor.
The pheromones were affecting all five of Mikaela's senses. As his hand slips from the door as he tries to recall if he took his suppressants this morning.