To say taehyung was tired is no doubt. He is still trap in the meeting with this disgusting man who so happened to be an important person.

And apparently, they can't lose this deal so taehyung has to compile and sits for hours in this boring meeting.

Mr. Z, an influencer, famous for his automobiles company, "Z-models", another rich person, consider one of the richest in the whole world.

"Look, Mr. V, I totally understand but I can't work with these conditions!"

It has been three hours already and they couldn't get to an agreement. These conditions took taehyung 6 hours to makes and Mr. Z just throw them like nothing.

Taehyung sigh. His business name is V. It's another tactic of Min family, they don't use there original names. And the head of the company is considered as August, because the company was opened in August.

Before yoongi, his father was known to be August Jr. His grandfather was known as August Senior and Yoongi is known as August di.

No doubt if something is to happen to yoongi, then taehyung will become the next August and will be called as August V.

The manager sitting next to taehyung has starting to loss his cool.

"Look, Mr. Z, what you're asking for. It can't be done. We have some standards as well."

Taehyung sigh quietly. He watches as Mr. Z lips twitch in anger and he stood up.

"In that case, I guess this meeting is concluded, this deal is off." The manger's eyes widen and he also immediately stood up.

"Mr. Z please, wait. I didn't mean it like that."

"If you can't accept Mr. Z proposal, then this deal is done." Mr. Z assistant said on his behalf.

Manager looks at taehyung with fear in his eyes. Cause, if they lose this deal, yoongi will skin them alive.

It is yoongi's order to not lose this deal, or else, taehyung hasn't given a shit about this Mr. Z. He would be wasting his time on better opportunities than with someone like Mr. Z who only goes after his own benefit and wants the things done his way. In his favor. And not the other way around.

Feeling the Manager's eyes. Taehyung also stood up and looks at Mr. Z who also looks at him.

"Mr. Z. Let's make a new deal. I will make a new proposal adding  your conditions that seems fit to the standards of Min August Tower."

A smirk cross Mr. Z face. He was a man around his mid 40's. Yet, still has the young features like he is in his 30's.

"That's more like it, Mr. V. How about, tomorrow's dinner? Just me and you? I hope this time will be enough to come up with a brilliant deal, for a genius like yourself."

Taehyung knew where this is going but he couldn't let it go.

"Fine by me. Mr. Z. Then, see you tomorrow at XXX (famous restaurant) around 8? How's that sounds?"

"Perfect. I will be waiting and remember Mr. V." Mr. Z leans forward, his both hands on the meeting table as he glared in taehyung's eyes.

"I don't give second chances this easily. But, you have me impressed with your talent. So, I am giving you another chance. And I hope that I will be pleased." He leans back. Taehyung smiles at him.

"Ofcouse, Mr. Z. Rest assured, see you tomorrow." Mr. Z only nods in response and left the room, his subordinates also following after him.

Once they were gone, the manager sigh in relief and looks at taehyung who sits in his chair again.

"Thanks God you save us Mr. V. If it wasn't for you, I am sure we will be skin alive by Mr. August di by now."

Taehyung just glance at the manager and hums.

"Make sure to send me a copy of this contract and the conditions left by Mr. Z. You can go now." The manager nods and leave.

Once he was gone, taehyung stood and walks to his own office.

Unlike yoongi, his office wasn't as big and luxurious. It was simply white with plants.

An office table placed in middle with his chair behind it. Cabinets surrounds the back wall, behind his desk, and on left side is a book shelf with some things placed in it.

Two chairs placed in front of his desk.

Another water dispenser in the right corner and a massage chair on other side, it was white in colour. There was also a bathroom attached, white in colour and a small wardrobe cabinet.

His office table top was made of glass while yoongi's is of wood.

He on his phone that he has power off before going to the meeting.

His eyes widen slightly at the 16 missed calls from home, that too, almost two hours before.

His thoughts immediately went to junkook and yoongi.

He sigh and call back.

After few rings, the phone was pick up by Minjun.

"Hello?"

"Minjun hyung. Is everything okay, at home? Why were there 16 missed calls on my phone?"

"Oh! Young master taehyung! Nothing to worry about. Master told me to wake youngest master when you leave. And during breakfast, they got into a heated argument."

"Heated argument? Is junkook okay? Did hyung hit him?"

"Yes, master hit youngest master but only a slap. Nothing to serious."

Taehyung let out a relief sigh.

" Okay, is hyung still at home?"

" No, master leave for office right after the youngest master leave the room, after master slapped him."

"Where is junkook right now?"

"Inside, young master taehyung's room. He's sleeping at the moment. If master wants, I can wake him up."

"No need, let him sleep. What this argument was about?"

"Master asks youngest master is he hurting where the youngest master replied with 'in pain, thanks to someone', from there they started arguing. Master telling youngest master that he wants him to obey him and he just wants to protect both younger masters. But youngest master wasn't having it and screamed back, he said that master is afraid to believe that he truly is the reason behind his brother's nightmares. I am sorry to hear it all, master taehyung."

Taehyung sigh.

" It's fine. It wasn't your fault. You were just doing your job. Just make sure. This doesn't get out. If it gets out, remember Minjun. I will personally see to it and you will regret it."

" Yes, master taehyung."

" Now, take care of junkook, i will try to come early today."

" Yes, master taehyung. As you wish."

Taehyung cut the call and run a hand through his face.

" This is so getting out of hand."

He opened his phone and stared at the wallpaper.

"Ara... I miss you so much. Please forgive me."

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