Jimin was leading me through a corridor on the fifty-ninth floor now. I was still pretty sour from what happened in the photoshoot room but anticipation made me brush that off. I was just as curious as last time about what was going to be on this floor. From the look on his face, I could tell it was something worth getting excited about which made me impatient.

At end of the corridor, was a gigantic smooth wooden double door that looked out of place. "What's behind the door, Mr Park?", I asked not being able to hold my curiosity in.

"You'll see...", His hands were in his pockets as we continued walking before we stopped in front of the doors. Jimin held the luxurious handles and pushed them open. As we entered, I was at loss. Not being able to form words I peeked at him and just as he caught my eyes there was a very evident smirk on his lips which made me turn away.

"Welcome to the Lingerie Floor.", His voice was silvery that it almost made my knees weak.

"But w-why are we here Mr Park?", My voice taut as I inspected the room.

"Are you forgetting Miss Y/n?", He raised an eyebrow still bearing that smirk. "I said I had to get you familiar around here."

But why the Lingerie Floor, you idiot?!

I nodded timidly, gathering my senses together whilst still inspecting the room.

It wasn't vociferous here like the previous rooms. It was a low cacophony of voices of women chiefly, who were strolling around doing what was told to them most probably. However, the room screamed sensuality. It was lit with dim yellow lights that went as far as my eyes could see. There were several stands of racks with fine, gorgeous, colourful lustrous and lacy lingerie that made me want to run my finger through them, feel them against my skin, that made me feel like wanting to own them, all of them. The feeling I always got when I saw something I am obsessed with. By the racks stood clothed mannequins of all sizes, be it tall or short or thick or thin or small hips with huge thighs or large hips with not very big thighs, name it and you would find it here. The longer I eyed them, the sooner I realised that they were mannequins of all possible body types.

The fact that there were mannequins of all possible body types just warmed my heart. That, someone, was considerate enough to think about people of other body types rather than the "universally known ones".

"Mr Park, I want to ask something.", I came up wildly also trying to hold my tone.

"Hmm..", He hummed, eyeing me from the corner of his eyes with an expectant face. His jawline perfectly on show.

Dear lord...

I sighed inwardly before beginning. "There's a wide spectrum of body types but companies choose to make clothes for the body types that are more commonly known or rather the ones they...favour the most... and even if they do the pricing is never considerate enough, so I want to know who here came up with the idea to make lingerie and even clothes for all the possible body types with pricing for someone with an ordinary wage..."

He raised his eyebrows at me as if surprised that I asked him a question like that but shortly after he let out an amused laugh. "Who do you think did, Miss Y/n?"

"I don't know, but whoever that was, was super considerate.", I nodded my head approvingly.

"Well, I know I am considerate.", He crossed his arms, looking in the distance.

"Hm...", I trailed off before it actually hit me. "Wait, it was you who came up with that idea?!"

He turned his head back to look at me. Now a self-righteous smirk plastered on his lips, looking at my wide-eyed state. " I am the CEO, Miss Y/n, I should be considerate and how else do you think Fétiche got so well-known?", He gave me an all-knowing smirk.

It was not even the beginning and he had already shown me his CEO-minded approach. His approach had taken me back for a moment. I thought it was the Proposal team but it turned out to be Jimin.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Mr Park! It never crossed my mind!", I bowed, smacking my head mentally for being this dumb. "But...", I took a deep breath. "I have something to tell you.", I gave him a solemn look.

"We know being content with how one is, is important but that contentedness is stripped away from that person when they are subjected to a specific standard set by the ones around them. But the worst part is when the society won't even let them live quietly with the trait found to be societally 'unapproved'.", As I finished saying that, it seemed like I had attracted some newfound attention from him.

"If that person is strong-minded, he/she wouldn't bend according to those standards. But what about the others who are not? You cannot force them to be strong-minded, can you? To be strong-minded is in their hands. They can tell themselves 'I won't be moulded into the way they want to mould me'. But that is different from actually applying it. It's easier said than done because to do what's said takes a lot of effort. This happens to many people, men and women who are targets of these societal standards where a man wearing make up is considered zero 'manly' and a woman who is not into makeup and 'girly stuff' is considered a weird tramp. But the main point of this conversation is not about how narrow-minded and fucked up society is-"

I was so into the sentiment that I forgot about professionalism making a word like that slip out of my mouth that made me get a look from Jimin.

Shit.

I cringed inwardly. But some of the cringe did end up showing up on my face which he caught. "I'm so sorry Mr Park I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright. You just got lost in the moment.", He reassured, forwarding me to continue.

I nodded with pursed lips before continuing. "The point of the conversation was about how outcasted they would feel, how abnormal they would feel by the societal standards that makes them feel like they don't belong here. Sadly, there's nothing much we can do but either steel up, get thick-skinned with efforts or change the way society is. The option of changing the way the society is something that we've tried. But the society is like a dog's tail, hold it in place to make it straight, then leave it, curls back again, it won't change nor will society. But there is something we can do for the ones who get caught up in this spider web. That is to make them feel normal, make them feel like they very much belong here. And believe you are doing that."

He raised his eyebrows immediately. "How so? I don't really understand Miss Y/n."

I gave him a quick smile. "You, Mr Park, are doing a work of an angel."

His face contorted in more significant confusion as I said that making me let out a hearty chuckle.

"Mr Park, when you are surrounded with people who keep rubbing it in your face that 'You are not normal' even though you very much are, you knowingly unknowingly try finding your normality in simple things, such as clothes for that matter. Imagine a generously voluptuous woman who gets down looked by almost everyone around her walks into a clothing store and finds this really attractive dress, she goes to it and flips the tag to see its size and finds it to be the last of its size and at the same time, that size is nowhere near the size of clothes she usually wears. That woman would then end up feeling frustrated, sad, abnormal and undeserving for what? Just because the clothing brand that made these clothes thinks that there is no one whose body type is beyond the size they make. Or maybe be let's take this instance. The woman ended up buying it, now that she is wearing it fits her but is not a very great fit, but manageable and turns out she rocked that piece of clothing even though it's tight for her liking. But regardless, you would find her attractive, but suddenly, the society jumps in and says that you cannot wear something like that because you are too fat for it and her self-esteem is crushed into pieces.", I closed my eyes and exhaled sharply to calm my furiousness. I opened my eyes to see Jimin who looked like had a mix of feelings he was feeling at that moment. There was flabbergasted ness, realisation, concern, highlighted most amongst all the other expressions on his face. It looked like he was at a loss which I took as a cue to continue.

"Now, in another instance, if that woman had found that piece of clothing in her size, she would have bought it, of course, then would have gone out wearing it. And now that she was wearing it, she feels like she truly rocked it, mind you, not like in the previous instance where she rocked it in the eyes of someone else, not her's. Presently, she is confident about how she shows herself. But then the society again comes in between her and her self-embracement, saying that she's not worthy enough to wear that outfit. But this is where the tables turn. She now knows, that the clothing was made her size meaning that people like her do exist and she's no less compared to others, not abnormal, not outcasted and belongs here very much and that makes her stand up for herself, not allowing anyone to make her feel worthless for once. And why I gave these instances was to tell you-"

"-how something as simple as clothes can change someone's life...", He completed looking dazed as ever.

I nodded giving him a smile of satisfaction.

"Do you now know how you're doing the work of an angel, Mr Park?"

He nodded slowly, looking at me as if I had told him something he had never expected to look forward to.

"Miss Y/n, I...I have no words.", He trailed off before fixing his gaze on me dead in the eye. "When I first initiated with the idea of making clothes for all the body types, it was because of the convince the people would have and the sales we would get. But something like a person feeling confident in themself...it never crossed my mind."

After he finished his sentence, his eyes turned into small crescents and his full lips slowly grew into a sweet smile that made me want to squeal on his face saying how cute he looked and grab his cheeks in my hands. But I stopped myself from losing it. Instead of going crazy with myself I just smiled widely at him to compensate for my urge.

"You, Miss Y/n, gave me a different perspective to look things at. And now I will keep what you said in mind and concentrate on making clothes, more diversely and for a better cause because now I know that how much it can affect someone's life."

I nodded with the smile still on my face.

"Do you know something, Miss Y/n? When I hired you last week, I did so because I felt like you would be a great asset to the company. Now that I have heard you, I feel you will be more than an asset to the company, someone who will be the other part of our intellect, the heartfelt part. All thanks to you Miss Y/n, for you gave me a different perspective. I'm sure this revelation will take us to heights from now on."

He went a step back and bowed at a full ninety degrees angle. "Thank you so much."

The smile on my face dropped and I panicked immediately. "Mr Park! Oh god! You don't have to do that! Please stand back up!", I rushed to him and held his arm and made him stand back properly.

God, he is the CEO! He didn't have to BOW to me!? Like I know he is an Asian but BOW?! He didn't have to make me feel so significant! He didn't have the right to make me feel that way! Make my heart go crazy! I'm in a much lower position than him yet he BOWED to me? I just wanted to express my gratitude and make him realise of the great work he is doing! But he ended up BOWING to me! God, please, you cannot do this to me.

But just as I drifted away from my panicked thoughts I realised the position we were in. Me, standing inches away from him, with our chests almost meeting each other, clutching his arm tightly, feeling his bicep protruding, looking up into his eyes and he looking down into my eyes, frozen at the moment.

I...didn't want to pull away from him, as if I would in the first place. I wanted to study his heavenly handsome face that somehow got me speechless most of the time. His fawn-coloured eyes looked into mine just as deeply as I was looking into his. His eyes were so serene with a spark of a light of something in them. My gaze shifted from his eyes to his plump lips, which were slightly parted. They were the most kissable pair of lips I had ever seen that I had the instinctive urge to kiss them, but my brain's left side forbade me to do so. I shifted my eyes back to his eyes to come forth with him shifting his gaze from my eyes to my lips that made some red rush up to my cheeks. I could feel the warmth radiating off of him. The fragrance of his exotic cologne which could be smelt in his office when I walked in or when he's standing near me, always made me take a good deep breath which I did right now. I felt his breath fanning my nose and lips making me wonder mine probably fanned his face too.

But all these gestures halted when a voice rang.

"Oh, Mr Park! Great to see you here!", It was a female voice coming from a distance. But in a quiet room like this, you probably wouldn't make that out.

Just as we heard that we distanced instantly, looking in all possible directions for a moment before looking at the source of the voice. It was one of the staff from the room, walking towards us.

"Oh-um yes, great seeing you too, Miss Larsson.", He gave her a polite smile, looking a bit nervous.

Wait, did the lady see us...like that? Is that why she interrupted?

My thoughts went off as I looked at her. She was petite. someone in her mid-thirties and she didn't look potentially mean if I had to put it that way. She looked...oblivious.

"Mr Park, I just came here to oversee the work here, and I was passing by the racks and saw you. But when I saw you from the racks, I didn't see a person next to you and now that I have come here I didn't know someone was with you too.", She smiled at me saying that.

"Oh yes, meet, Miss Y/n L/n. She's my new secretary. And Miss Y/n meet Miss Larsson, she is the supervisor of the Lingerie Floor."

"Nice to meet you Miss L/n.", The lady bowed slightly.

"Nice to meet you too.", I bowed back.

She smiled back before she asked me something.

"Miss Y/n, I want to tell you something, if you don't mind me saying this."

"Sure Miss Larsson. What is it?"

"When I first saw you, I got eager thinking you were the new model or rather the new Lingerie model but turns out you are Mr Park's secretary. Miss Y/n, don't get me wrong, but you are really attractive, no wonder I thought you were a model at first."

I...was at loss. What's with everyone today? One said I should model the other thought that I am one. It's literally a compliment at this point. It hadn't even been a day and I was getting compliments by a bunch of people, almost everyone I met in the building. Is my navy blue pantsuit really that nice or are they being polite or is it because of...my actual self? Nah not possible.

I don't even know how it feels to be complimented because I have never got any up until recently. But these compliments didn't fail to make me feel better about myself, you know, condense my feelings, it made me feel assured enough. Also, I know you don't need validation from someone, the irony is about how much I was explaining that one doesn't need validation from someone else minutes ago. But someone like me needs validation and I, unfortunately, couldn't apply 'validation point' to myself, as I said before, 'some aren't strong enough'. That's me.

But on the brighter side, it's good validation. Which I would accept gladly.

But what's with everyone calling me a model? It's bothersome. Call me anything but that. But regardless, I have to thank you anyway.

"Uh-m, t-thank you?", I pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear as I looked sideways, almost wanting to smile.

"Miss Larsson.", Jimin, who was witnessing this spoke up. "Now, if you excuse us, we have some things to take care of.", He gave her a professional smile.

"Sure, Mr Park! I won't keep you waiting.", She beamed, smiling at me especially.

"Well, then we will take our leave Miss Larsson.", I smiled back at her and left through the door.