Jimin's POV

"Now, Mr. Park, understand that all of this is strictly confidential and I need you to sign a few documents stating that you are aware that if you were to in share any of this information, there would be severe reprocussions. Ideally, I would've had you sign this before you saw anything, but unfortunately that was not the case," He slid over a few sheets of inked paper and a fountain pen. Glancing over the papers, I sign my initials and signature when necessary.

I think for a moment before I remember something.
"How did you even know that I didn't belong there. I- I mean, I was wearing the mask and colors and s-stuff, so...." I trail off, not knowing how to continue the question. The man next to me only smiles.

"Well that's because that specific time slot was reserved for our top tier clients to have the highest membership rankings. We get to know our clients very well, especially the members who have exclusive access to things like reserved time slots for open houses, considering they are our best buyers. Namjoon had noticed you right away because one, you came in alone. Two, you looked lost. And three, you appear very.... innocent," the dark haired brunette finished off.

"What exactly was going on in that room?" My cheeks burn in embarrassment, remembering the things I saw.
"As I had said before, a BDSM showcase. Every year my companies get together to display the previous year's progress, newest releases of items, and discuss new ideas," Mr. Min replies cooly. I squirm in my seat.

"It's also a time where members can view and purchase anything they find interest in"
"But I thought it was for the other businesses"
"Technically, yes. The annual ball is for both. The bags/shoes, clothes, and jewelry companies still valid, but are more so a cover up for the other three: sex toys, lingerie, and bondage items" I gulp. How can he say that with a straight face?
"O-Oh"

Then it hit me.... "Does that mean Jisoo also has.... l-lingerie lines?" Just that question alone makes my head spin. Whatever happened to no big secrets? Because that is a humongous secret!

"Yes. Speaking of that, Jisoo had asked me to talk to you about that," the CEO brought out a large orange envelope. Why would she want him to talk to me about that? None of this is making any sense.

"I'm well aware that the job is not for everyone and I would completely understand if you decline it. But hear me out; each and every person who works under me, in any of these companies are hand picked and cannot be hired through a measely interview. Because you just happened to walk into one of the most secret gatherings to be held, I don't believe it's best to let you go. Both Jisoo and I see that you have great..... potential," Mr. Min spoke professionally. I thought for a moment.

Hand picked? Well.... I don't see the harm in getting another job. I nod, considering it.
"What would the job be, Sir?" I swear I can see a ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips.
"Being my secretary"
"Wait, secretary? What does being a secretary have to do with having potential? I don't understand" None of this makes sense.

"The 'potential' part has to do with the other half of the job," he pulls out another sheet of paper from the folder.
"What's the other half?" I ask.
"Modeling"
"Modeling? For who?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"You'll be modeling for Jisoo," he leans back in his chair.
"Sorry. I don't think I follow. I'm already-" I pause. Does he mean....

"Lingerie-" The door opens. A man comes in setting a few trays of food on the table. It's obvious he had heard what Mr. Min had said and he fights back a small laugh.
"Sorry for the interruption, Yoongi" The CEO sighs in obvious annoyance from the interruption,
"Thank you for bringing the food, Taehyung," he thanks him, annoyed. Taehyung? He looks up and his eyes meet mine. We instantly recognize each other and smile.

"Jimin? Oh my God. What're you doing here? Don't tell me you're Yoongi's s-"
"That's quite enough," Mr. Min's voice bites. Taehyung mutters an apology before dashing out the door. "How do you know him?"
"We take dance classes together"
"Ah. As I was saying Jisoo would like you to model her lingerie. Your pay will increase tenth fold if you agree," Mr. Min continues my thought nonchalantly as he dishes out the food.

My eyes widen. Tenth fold? That's a lot of money! It could definitely help me out. But modeling lingerie? I'm not sure I have the confidence for that. I begin to doubt myself.
"What's the catch?"
"The catch?" He quirkes his eyebrow and passes me a plate of duck, teriyaki, and noodles.

"Well... yeah. Surely you wouldn't tell me all of this stuff and offer me that much money for a job if there wasn't some sort of catch. I mean, how would you ensure I wouldn't tell anyone anything, even after I signed the document?" I ramble. A dangerous glint shines in his eyes and my breath gets caught in my throat.

"I'm glad you asked. Everyone in this building has a.... contract" I nod in acknowledgment and finish chewing a mouthful of noodles.
"Well, wouldn't they need to have a contract if they were to have a job?" An amused smirk inches its way into his face as he hums.

"Yes. But this one is.... special. Everyone is kept in line with BDSM contracts"

Oh....So this is the catch.