Chapter 11 - The Spilled Blueprint and the Presentation Mandate

The high-frequency buzz of the automated espresso machine had barely subsided when Kim Han-eun stepped away from the counter block, her fingers wrapped tightly around her mug as her brain aggressively attempted to process the remaining dark memory loops from the welcome gala [Ch. 10]. Moving in a slow, heavily distracted gait, she took a deep sip of the strong caffeine solution, entirely dead to the active workspace coordinates of the MIXXO Fashion Company floor [Ch. 10]."Go ahead, step back to your desk layout," Park Chae-won murmured from behind, keeping her voice low as she executed a follow command [Ch. 10]. "See if your thoughts can successfully jog your memory charts before the deadlines hit."Han-eun didn't drop a single millimeter of her deep concentration. Her visual radar was completely locked inward, tracing the exact sequence of how her body had wound up wrapped inside the supreme CEO's custom suit coat inside the private vanity suite [Ch. 8, 10].The exact millisecond her boots reached the boundary line of her drawing desk layout, a fellow senior design employee, Mr. Jag, was moving rapidly from the opposite coordinate vector. Neither system altered their trajectory—resulting in a sudden, sharp physical collision as Han-eun's shoulder forcefully bumped right into his chest block!Splash!The abrupt impact violently sent the hot caffeine fluid flying out from her mug, executing a chaotic splashdown directly across the front panels of Mr. Jag's clean corporate clothes. Every single employee across the surrounding high-walled cubicles sharply turned their vision around to look directly at the scene, a wave of sudden whispers saturating the department floor grid."Hey, what on earth just happened at that station?!" a nearby employee called out, crane-tracking her neck."You are always, mandatory messing something up inside this office registry, Han-eun!" Yoona scoffed loudly, dropping her drafting folders onto her desk with an annoyed shake of her head."Hey! What on earth are your hands doing?!" Mr. Jag barked aggressively, stepping back as he looked down at the dark stains ruining his wardrobe. "Can't your eyes see where your body is going on this floor?!""Oh..." Han-eun gasped out loud, her brain sharply snapping out of its deep thought matrix as her face flushed a bright tomato red color from sudden, toe-curling embarrassment. "I am so incredibly sorry, sorry, Mr. Jag! It was an absolute, uncoordinated accident! My system didn't target your clothes!"Just then, Chae-won walked straight into the cubicle perimeter, her jaw dropping as she mapped the disaster logs. "Han-eun, what on earth have your hands executed now?! Can't your system do anything right without causing a workspace malfunction?!""Shut your mouth!" Han-eun snapped back through her teeth, her stubborn baseline instantly flaring up to defend her files as her voice hit a higher frequency. "My registry didn't execute this on purpose; I explicitly told your system it was an absolute accident!""You two girls can fight over your domestic parameters later," Mr. Jag interrupted in a highly annoyed, stressed tone, his fingers trying to brush off the wet fabric. "First, tell my ears—what am I supposed to execute now? My name was formally scheduled to deliver the high-stakes project presentation at today's upcoming investor meeting; how on earth am I supposed to give an executive presentation dressed like a total mess?!"Moving on raw panic impulse, Han-eun quickly grabbed a tissue pack from her desk, stepping inside his personal circle as she began rapidly, frantically wiping the spilled coffee solution off Mr. Jag's corporate clothes.[INT. CEO EXECUTIVE CABIN – CONTINUOUS]Inside the soundproof glass partition block, Kang Ha-joon was sitting rigidly behind his grand mahogany desk, reviewing the investor portfolio binders with cold authority [Ch. 10]. Hearing the sudden, uncoordinated commotion echoing past the threshold, his sharp eyes lifted from the pages, looking straight out through the clear glass paneling.His visual radar instantly mapped the scene: Kim Han-eun was standing incredibly close to Mr. Jag, her small fingers meticulously brushing against his shirt as she cleaned his clothes.The exact fraction of a second the visual data registered, an absolute, explosive pang of toxic masculine jealousy violently slammed straight into Ha-joon's chest block. His expression froze into a terrifyingly dark, menacing mask, and his long fingers automatically, aggressively clenched the heavy files he was holding, crushing the paper edges inside his iron grip."Why on earth is her system cleaning his clothes?" Ha-joon muttered strictly through his teeth, his voice dropping into a low, menacing whisper as a dark storm took over his features. "And where on earth has her frame been hiding all this time during the morning logs?"Park Seo-joon was sitting comfortably on the sofa cushions nearby, reviewing his email database [Ch. 10]. Sensing the sudden, sharp shift in the room vacuum and hearing the low growl, he sharply lifted his head. "Kang, did your vocal cords just broadcast something about the staff?"Ha-joon's executive brain instantly launched a defensive denial loop. What does her insignificant behavior matter to my file? he thought strictly to his own chest. Whatever her crazy system executes on that floor, just ignore the data entirely.He sharply turned his face completely away from the glass window, his jaw tight as his cold corporate mask returned. "My mouth didn't say a single thing. Just focus your thoughts and get back to your own assigned work parameters."Seo-joon blinked his eyes in total bewilderment, grumbling strictly to his own thoughts, 'I was literally executing exactly that baseline before his system short-circuited.'[INT. CREATIVE DEPARTMENT FLOOR – CONTINUOUS]"It's alright, it's completely alright," Mr. Jag sighed, gently catching Han-eun's hand block to halt her wiping motions. "I'll clean up the remaining fluid parameters myself. But the fact remains that my registry cannot give a high-level presentation in these ruined clothes now... so, is it possible for your build to step into the boardroom and deliver it instead?""Absolutely not," Yoona countered, rapidly approaching their coordinates. She placed a firm, persuasive hand onto Han-eun's shoulder panel, looking into her face. "I know your system will give an excellent, high-utility presentation, Han-eun. And Jag simply cannot step in front of the international investors looking like a complete disaster—your mind understands that logical database, right?""I understand the urgency, but..." Han-eun stammered slurrily, her fingers clenching her coffee mug as her inner thoughts ran into a terrible bind. What on earth should my registry do? I am in a catastrophic, suffocating trap today. She took a deep breath, forcing her posture into a neat line. "Alright, fine. My system will execute the meeting presentation.""Can your frame genuinely handle this level of pressure?" Chae-won stepped a millimeter closer, leaning her head down to deliver an intense, panicked whisper straight into Han-eun's ear panel. "Your thoughts do realize that the supreme CEO, Mr. Kang Ha-joon, will mandatory be sitting at the head of that marble table, right?!""Yes, my database tracks that data perfectly," Han-eun whispered back through her teeth, her face flushing crimson from total shyness as the memory of hugging him inside the corridor flashed back [Ch. 8, 10]. "But what can my system do now? It's just my luck—now my registry has absolutely, completely no choice but to face his strict profile head-on.""Excellent resolution!" Yoona cheered proudly, a warm smile lighting up her face. "So, march your boots over and fetch the official meeting presentation files from Mr. Kang's private cabin first, and read through the data sheets so you can get your brain up to speed on the meeting agenda parameters.""Go on, Eun—go get the executive files from his desk right now," Chae-won teased with a wide, mischievous grin, nudging her friend's elbow block."Alright then, off your station goes—and good luck to your build!" Yoona added with a supportive nod. "I'm going to go get straight back to my own design work parameters now.""Yes, thank you for the support! My system will handle the files," Han-eun nodded, trying to regain her professional manager composure."Go get yourself completely ready for the boardroom tracking," Mr. Jag added, gathering his stained folders. "I'll clean this fluid up in the restroom and be right back on the floor.""Okay, and once again, my registry is so deeply sorry for the collision," Han-eun murmured with a lower lip pout."It's alright, it's alright. There is completely zero need for that," Mr. Jag dismissed smoothly as he walked away. "Just make sure your vocal cords do exceptionally well in front of the investors.""Yes," Han-eun breathed out a heavy sigh, turning her torso around to face her friend. "Chae-won..." she pleaded in a sweet, intensely soft, and begging voice."I know exactly what your mind wants from my registry," Chae-won cut her off instantly, stepping back two paces as she raised her hands in complete refusal. "But absolutely, mandatory no! I am not going to march inside that scary cabin to fetch those files for your station!""Oh... please, just execute this single favor for my sake?!" Han-eun begged, her eyes wide."No, no, no way!" Chae-won shook her head with high-velocity defiance."You are my closest friend inside this building, aren't you?!" Han-eun raised her vocal cords, her brow furrowing. "Your system knows the entire complicated situation from the welcome gala, so why on earth are your fingers deliberately trying to land my frame in a dangerous trouble loop?!""Yes, my registry is your best friend," Chae-won laughed nervously, her voice hitting a highly animated register. "But my own heart is entirely too scared to walk over to that executive desk right now, because my visual radar noticed that Mr. Kang Ha-joon is in a really, deeply foul, pitch-black mood today! So, your build is the mandatory only one who has to face his radar. Besides, your name is the one delivering the presentation at the meeting anyway, so it makes perfect database sense for your feet to go. All the absolute best!"Without dropping a single additional syllable, Chae-won turned on her heel and ran off down the office aisle at maximum velocity."Chae-won, don't you dare leave my coordinates!" Han-eun shouted out in a hushed panic, but her friend had already vanished past the partition walls.Han-eun stood alone in the center of the creative floor corridor, her hands clenching into tight fists as she glared at the heavy mahogany door of the CEO's cabin. She took a deep, grounding breath, forcing her stubborn baseline to lock out her shyness and anxiety. I have to face his strict profile sooner or later anyway, she thought firmly to her own chest. Alright then—let's execute this challenge, Kim Han-eun!Moving with absolute, resolute steps, Han-eun marched directly to the head office, stood right outside the executive cabin threshold frame, took one final deep breath, and resolutely opened the cabin door to step inside his sovereign territory.