A gloomy room where the only source of light was a fluorescent, inspite of the Sun radiating brightly out side; not a single strade came in.

Just the way her brain was foretelling her a single image like replay , that miserable life she was going to lead after few days . Lines on her forehead deepened , hands were running cold .

With the bizarre attempt to warm it she brought it close to her mouth but instead of blowing it hot breaths she started talking restlessly.

"Young Jeon !" Knees also started shuddering as the warning of Dean echoed in her auditorium like blank head. "Master , Young Master Jeon , I am talking to you!" She emphasised each other word strongly placing her palm on knees.

However, the person opposite to her sitting on the lower chair only aimlessly glanced at the illy arranged room of his own.

"You have to try Young Jeon ." The shrill female voice made him get his attention back on her seated figure.

" Rather, Master sounds better . Hmm." His mindfulness about the name he was being called did not surprise her ; might be petrified about her own woes that she only focused on agreeing with him just he could show a bit more interest in his utmost diligence towards his motive for which he was enrolled here by his ----- Multibillionaire Father : Mr. Jeon Jungkook.

"Okay , Master Jeon , so I was saying---"

"You know what , you actually resemble that Girl ." First of all being interrupted other advisors instead on her would have lashed on Him.

In fact she shut her mouth instantly to listen to him. But never expected any comment about her looks from Him.

"The Girl from my Father's diary. It was his personal logbook ." He let it go so relentlessly like he did nothing wrong.

"It's offensive to invade someone's privacy ." She said just for formality cause she knew that He only listens to his ownself .

" That's not important!" He obligated her . " But the description matches so well with ...." he pointed his index at her that she brushed her eyes over her own dress up --- black over coat , saf green pants and black shoe . A black shirt underneath the winter coat.

".... Can you tell me why?" As it was his first time to bubble up for the longest period the a part in her became hopeful and she tried to spill something nice.

"Hard to tell. But Master Jeon , I was curious about you liking towards Reading ." She started to slowly get entace to his inner self. " Are you fond of it?" She asked with twinkling eyes giving full concentration on hid expression .

" Nope ! I don't like it." A short pause she took to make him talk again.

"But Every person is supposed to be fond of something , like singing , dancing , reading , playing ....anything I can be " She again glanced at him with her brightened happy face." I don't believe you being interested in nothing ."

Automatically forgetting a uneasiness around this person She kept talking.

"No. I am not like others . So I like Nothing." If it were an another day she would have given up. But not this very Day!

As she internally said , " You should also know then...." But said alound clapping her hands in slow pace , " Well , you only think so . But as your current advisor I will to know You."

...she did say she willed to know me . Master Jeon thought with an unknown happiness which he never realised but his face became soft then which encouraged her more.

She smiled as well that left never unnoticed by the silent deciple as he got lost in his mind again.

..........This got me thinking about her words again. However, with the farthest view I did read Father's Diary just to get into his bad side by testing his patience of acting nice to me these all time......isn't it?

....But I found out An Flairy their whose beauty was caged in that elegant folded book of my FATHER ...

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