Jungkook's office was impeccable, with glass walls that let in natural light and a panoramic view of Seoul's skyline. Minimalist and modern, it perfectly reflected its occupant's personality: organized, efficient, and slightly intimidating. In the center, a dark wooden desk contrasted with the advanced technology surrounding it, the polished surface reflecting the morning light like a mirror.

Sitting behind the desk, Jungkook was reviewing a report on his tablet. His dark suit was perfectly tailored, the fabric whispering as he shifted slightly, and his expression was as sharp as his words often were. The scent of expensive cologne hung faintly in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of fresh coffee from the machine in the corner. In front of him, the empty chair seemed more like a challenge than an invitation.

The door opened with a soft click, and a young woman entered, slightly nervous but determined. She was dressed professionally in a tailored blazer that fit her frame perfectly, though her white-knuckled grip on her portfolio revealed a mix of anxiety and enthusiasm. The sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor echoed in the spacious room as she approached. She gave a small bow before introducing herself, her voice steady despite her racing heartbeat.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon. I am here for the interview for the executive secretary position."

Jeon slowly looked up, setting the tablet aside with a deliberate motion. His analytical eyes scanned her from head to toe with an unsettling calm, as if calculating something she couldn't comprehend - weighing her worth in silent assessment. His gaze felt like a physical presence, making the temperature in the room seem to drop several degrees.

"Punctuality. A good start," he said in a neutral tone, intertwining his fingers on the desk. "Take a seat."

She complied, lowering herself into the chair and crossing her legs neatly, feeling the air in the room grow heavier with every passing second. The silence that followed was almost unbearable, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of the city below. Jeon observed every detail: from the way she maintained her posture to how she tried to control her breathing, her chest rising and falling with measured regularity. Finally, he spoke, his voice as cold as steel.

"Working with me won't be easy. I'm not looking for someone to merely organize my schedule or answer calls. I need someone who can anticipate problems before they arise. What makes you think you're qualified for that?"