Tiffany's eyes wandered to the papers that were sprawled out in front of her. She couldn't lie, those were real texts she had sent Nichkhun. She hadn't thought much about them at the time, but now that she was looking at them in a different perspective, they were really damning.
"Minki-ya, please don't do this." Tiffany pleaded, her hand slowly crept up the table to the young manager's arm.
"You know, if you're lucky you won't get dropped from the group." Minki said, as he shook off her hand. "But I think the summer comeback will definitely be postponed."
"Please! You can't let that happen." Tiffany said.
"And why not? You'll be fine wouldn't you? You'll still get on fashion shows and on varieties." Minki sighed, "It's only poor little Hyoyeon and Sooyoung I'm worried about, without the comeback I think they'll have to enjoy their prolonged vacation."
She had used up her bag of tricks and the man didn't budge.
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't think that this could hurt the company." Tiffany said, hoping that sincerity would lessen the consequences.
"A sorry doesn't help at all... Tiffany do you know harmful it is to leak comeback dates and concepts?" Minki massaged his eyelids for the dramatic effect and Tiffany bought every moment of it. "You're so lucky it was only JYP and not YG."
Tiffany bit her lip, it was time for drastic measures. "How much money will it take for you to shut up?"
"Tiffany! You know I would never risk my job or betray the company for a little bit of cash." Minki said, acting offended.
"You could have just went straight to executives, but you came to me first instead. That means I have something you want or else there wouldn't be a discussion right now." Tiffany said. For a bimbo she was surprisingly perceptive sometimes.
"Of course you have something I want, you have something every man in Korea wants." Minki smirked.
It took Tiffany a moment to process the phrase and all of her willpower to stop herself from assaulting the man. She took a deep breath.
"If I do this, you'll erase everything and never mention it to anyone ever again. Understood?" Tiffany said.
Minki took the opportunity to creep his hand around Tiffany's waist and he pulled her into him so that they were half hugging.
"It's not that simple Tiffany-noona," He whispered into her ear with a mocking tone. "Two months. For two months, you must give me favors whenever I want, however I want." Minki demanded.
"You've got to be joking me." Tiffany said, as she tried to push away from Minki's grip, only to get pulled back in harder and now she was on top of him.
"You can always go back to relax in America, go back to school, find a good job."
Minki knew how to hold her, his warm breath and his deep rumbling voice tickling her ears. Tiffany felt herself getting pretty wet as his toned arms wrapped her tighter.
"One month." Tiffany blurted out. She knew she couldn't win against the man, she needed to do this to protect her members. However, she still needed to protect her best interests.
"Alright," Minki said, smirking. "Why don't you start by giving me your panties as a commemoration?"
Tiffany stared at him, dumbfounded. A part of her wanted to protest, but the other part knew that he could have gone for something much worse. Reluctantly, she rolled her skirt up and pulled her panties down while the man watched.
The black lacy fabric that hugged her smooth thighs stretched as she rolled them down her legs, slipping them under her heels. She threw the warm fabric at Minki. Minki gave her the usual shit eating grin as he unrolled them, holding the panties up in the air with a finger from each hand. He played with them by stretching them out the elastic, until he noticed the slight glistening against the light from the damp spot.
"You enjoyed yourself didn't you?" Minki asked.
"Fuck you.
Tiffany's eyes wandered to the papers that were sprawled out in front of her. She couldn't lie, those were real texts she had sent Nichkhun. She hadn't thought much about them at the time, but now that she was looking at them in a different perspective, they were really damning. "Minki-ya, please don't do this." Tiffany pleaded, her hand slowly crept up the table to the young manager's arm. "You know, if you're lucky you won't get dropped from the group." Minki said, as he shook off her hand. "But I think the summer comeback will definitely be postponed." "Please! You can't let that happen." Tiffany said. "And why not? You'll be fine wouldn't you? You'll still get on fashion shows and on varieties." Minki sighed, "It's only poor little Hyoyeon and Sooyoung I'm worried about, without the comeback I think they'll have to enjoy their prolonged vacation." She had used up her bag of tricks and the man didn't budge. "I'm so sorry, I really didn't think that this could hurt the company." Tiffany said, hoping that sincerity would lessen the consequences. "A sorry doesn't help at all... Tiffany do you know harmful it is to leak comeback dates and concepts?" Minki massaged his eyelids for the dramatic effect and Tiffany bought every moment of it. "You're so lucky it was only JYP and not YG." Tiffany bit her lip, it was time for drastic measures. "How much money will it take for you to shut up?" "Tiffany! You know I would never risk my job or betray the company for a little bit of cash." Minki said, acting offended. "You could have just went straight to executives, but you came to me first instead. That means I have something you want or else there wouldn't be a discussion right now." Tiffany said. For a bimbo she was surprisingly perceptive sometimes. "Of course you have something I want, you have something every man in Korea wants." Minki smirked. It took Tiffany a moment to process the phrase and all of her willpower to stop herself from assaulting the man. She took a deep breath. "If I do this, you'll erase everything and never mention it to anyone ever again. Understood?" Tiffany said. Minki took the opportunity to creep his hand around Tiffany's waist and he pulled her into him so that they were half hugging. "It's not that simple Tiffany-noona," He whispered into her ear with a mocking tone. "Two months. For two months, you must give me favors whenever I want, however I want." Minki demanded. "You've got to be joking me." Tiffany said, as she tried to push away from Minki's grip, only to get pulled back in harder and now she was on top of him. "You can always go back to relax in America, go back to school, find a good job." Minki knew how to hold her, his warm breath and his deep rumbling voice tickling her ears. Tiffany felt herself getting pretty wet as his toned arms wrapped her tighter. "One month." Tiffany blurted out. She knew she couldn't win against the man, she needed to do this to protect her members. However, she still needed to protect her best interests. "Alright," Minki said, smirking. "Why don't you start by giving me your panties as a commemoration?" Tiffany stared at him, dumbfounded. A part of her wanted to protest, but the other part knew that he could have gone for something much worse. Reluctantly, she rolled her skirt up and pulled her panties down while the man watched. The black lacy fabric that hugged her smooth thighs stretched as she rolled them down her legs, slipping them under her heels. She threw the warm fabric at Minki. Minki gave her the usual shit eating grin as he unrolled them, holding the panties up in the air with a finger from each hand. He played with them by stretching them out the elastic, until he noticed the slight glistening against the light from the damp spot. "You enjoyed yourself didn't you?" Minki asked. "Fuck you.
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