A sliver of gold light pierced the darkness of my room. I groaned, turning away from the intrusion. Closing my eyes, I attempted to drift back to sleep, but a sharp knock echoed through the space. Reluctantly, I rose and opened the door to find a maid standing in the hallway. She looked barely twenty, her dark hair curled tightly against her shoulders, her lips tinted a soft rose. "Master, Namjoon is requesting your presence." I nodded curtly.
Closing the door, I lingered in bed for five minutes before beginning my preparations. Today was a crucial day, demanding a more refined appearance than usual. I selected my finest garments and laid them out on the bed.
There's a certain truth to the adage: money buys everything. The older I grew, the less effort was required to acquire what I desired. I walked out, observing the maids turn their heads to steal a glimpse of me. As always, I offered a small smile and continued on. The sounds of Namjoon’s voice, laced with fury, reached my ears from the other side of the door. "I don't give a damn! Give me what I'm asking for, or you'll regret it!"
I opened the door to reveal myself, "Yelling so early in the morning?" Namjoon hung up his call and smiled at me. I brushed a small amount of his cloth, inspecting it with a critical eye. “You like? I felt I needed to dress better. And I can see you did too, you look good!” I returned his smile. “Yeah, the suit looks sharp. But are you sure it’s solely for the meeting?” He rolled his eyes, a flush creeping onto his cheeks. “Yup.”
An hour passed in tense anticipation. The doorbell finally rang, and we exchanged a deep breath before facing the sound. Standing in the doorway were two tall men, both clad in white suits. One towered over the other by an inch or two, both powerfully built.
“Greetings, gentlemen!” one of them said. We extended our hands in a firm handshake. Behind them stood two younger men, dressed in little more than thongs and a strip of cloth tied around their necks.
One of them let out a cruel laugh, “Well, it seems you’ve seen our slaves. Quite intriguing, aren't they?” A scowl crossed my face. Namjoon ushered them into the living room, whispering something to one of the maids before she swiftly ascended the stairs.
“We’re here to discuss business, not slaves. I propose we acquire eighty percent of your company, and in return, you’ll receive access to our products, which will elevate yours to even greater heights.” The shorter man scoffed. “Why would we relinquish eighty percent? What if you only get twenty percent?”
It was my turn to speak. “Our products are far more expensive, and have proven their value across numerous businesses. Why would we offer them for a mere twenty percent of your company?” The taller man rose to his feet. “Currently, our company generates only two million a month, while yours earns eighty million. Granting us eighty percent would only yield two million.”
Namjoon stepped closer, a proud grin on his face. “Not quite. That arrangement will leave you with six million! A substantial improvement. Take it, or leave it.” The two men exchanged glances, their voices hushed. Me and Namjoon stood patiently, confident in our bargain.
“Master, is there anything you require?” A quiet voice spoke beside Namjoon. It was Jin, wearing a tight white shirt that clung to his arms, and matching pants that accentuated his form. Beside him, Jimin looked down at his hands, clad in a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his upper arms, his pants equally constricting.
Finally, the men finished their discussion. “So, have you reached a decision?” They turned their gaze to our slaves. “We agree to your terms.” Namjoon and I exchanged smiles, shaking hands with the men. The taller one stared intently at Jin, so I tugged at Namjoon's sleeve. He followed my gaze to the man, who openly scrutinized Jin, his eyes roaming over his body.
Namjoon pulled Jin close, the man clumsily pushing up against Namjoon. Jimin squeaked as I noticed the shorter man groping his butt. I flicked my finger, sending his hand away. Then I dragged Jimin close to me. One finger is all I use which allows me to move things. I placed him on my lap. “Did he touch you anywhere else?” I questioned. He shook his head. As we continued to discuss business plans, Jimin squirmed on my lap. I bit onto my lower lip as I placed my hands on his hips. I leaned close to his ear, “Stop squirming or you’ll have to help me later.” He gasped, but nodded, remaining still for the remainder of the negotiation.
Finally, the men departed, and Namjoon remained clinging to Jin as if his life depended on it. I rose to stare at Jimin. “I apologize if I disturbed you during our conversation. Is there anything you need?” I shook my head. “Are you alright? Did he touch you anywhere else? Never let anyone touch you except for me, Namjoon, and Jin, understood?” Jimin nodded, and I sent him upstairs.
Since when did I become so clingy?