2- The Girl Who Spilled Coffee on Trouble ( Part-2)

Ruru spent the next ten minutes questioning every life decision she had ever made.

She sat stiffly beside Cara while the lobby buzzed with whispers around them.

“That girl is finished.”

“She offended him directly…”

“Does she even know who David Kim is?”

Ruru rubbed her forehead tiredly. “Nope. And honestly, I don’t want to know.”

Cara looked personally offended. “You seriously don’t know?”

“Should I?”

Cara stared at her dramatically before lowering her voice.

“David Kim. Youngest executive director of K Group Holdings. Rumored genius. Business monster. Human refrigerator.”

Ruru blinked once.

Then twice.

“…That guy?”

“The same guy whose shirt you turned into iced coffee art.”

Ruru leaned back into her chair slowly.

Wonderful.

Absolutely wonderful.

If her life were a movie, this would be the exact moment lightning would strike in the background.

Cara suddenly grabbed her arm tightly. “Wait—your interview number!”

Ruru looked up toward the digital screen.

CANDIDATE 127 — RURU SEN

Her soul nearly left her body.

“Oh no.”

“Yes no,” Cara whispered. “Go before they think you escaped the country.”

Ruru inhaled deeply before standing.

Her knees felt weak.

Not because of the interview.

Because there was now a very high chance the terrifying coffee-covered CEO would be inside that room.

And unfortunately…

she was right.

The interview hall on the thirty-second floor looked less like an office and more like a courtroom designed for rich people.

Long black table.

Floor-to-ceiling windows.

Cold air conditioning powerful enough to freeze emotions.

Three executives sat on one side reviewing documents.

And at the center—

David.

Now wearing a fresh black shirt.

Of course he changed in five minutes.

Rich people truly had superpowers.

Ruru stopped near the chair across from them.

One of the executives adjusted his glasses politely.

“Miss Ruru Sen?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Please sit.”

She sat carefully while keeping her eyes firmly away from David.

Unfortunately, she could still feel his gaze on her.

The interview began normally.

Questions about education.

Work experience.

Computer skills.

Language proficiency.

Ruru answered honestly and confidently despite her nervousness.

She wasn’t the smartest candidate in the building.

But she was sincere.

And desperate.

Sometimes desperation became its own kind of strength.

One female executive smiled faintly while reviewing Ruru’s file. “Your grades are impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“You worked part-time during university?”

Ruru nodded. “Three jobs.”

The executives looked mildly surprised.

David remained silent.

The woman continued, “That must have been difficult.”

“It was necessary.”

Simple answer.

No self-pity.

David noticed that.

Another interviewer leaned forward slightly. “Why do you want this position?”

The room became quieter.

Ruru’s fingers tightened slightly beneath the table.

Because the honest answer sounded pathetic.

Because my mother is sick.

Because we’re drowning in debt.

Because I’m terrified every single day.

Instead, she smiled softly.

“I want stability,” she answered. “And I want to build a future where the people I love can live comfortably.”

For the first time—

David spoke.

“Comfortable?” he repeated calmly.

His voice instantly changed the atmosphere.

Ruru looked at him carefully.

“Yes.”

“That’s all?”

His sharp eyes studied her intensely.

“Most people sitting in that chair talk about ambition. Power. Success.”

Ruru frowned slightly.

“Is wanting peace considered boring?”

One executive nearly choked on his water.

David leaned back in his chair slowly.

Interesting again.

Every answer from her sounded simple.

Yet strangely honest.

No pretending.

No polished corporate mask.

It irritated him slightly.

Because people around him were always pretending.

Always calculating.

But this girl looked him in the eye without fear.

Or maybe she simply didn’t know better.

“Miss Sen,” another executive interrupted carefully, trying to save the atmosphere, “this position requires handling pressure from high-level management. How do you react under stress?”

Before Ruru could answer—

David placed a pen on the table.

Then pushed it deliberately.

The pen rolled off the edge.

Fast.

Without thinking, Ruru caught it before it hit the floor.

Her reflexes surprised even herself.

David noticed immediately.

So did the others.

“Hm,” he murmured quietly.

Ruru narrowed her eyes slightly.

Was he testing her?

The interview continued for another twenty minutes.

By the end, even the strict-looking executives appeared impressed.

Ruru finally stood and bowed politely.

“Thank you for your time.”

She turned to leave—

“Miss Sen.”

David’s voice stopped her again.

She looked back carefully.

David rested one arm against the chair while watching her.

“If someone insulted you unfairly,” he asked calmly, “what would you do?”

The question felt strangely personal.

Ruru answered honestly anyway.

“I’d probably argue.”

A faint smile appeared on one executive’s face.

David’s eyes darkened with amusement.

“And if the person was more powerful than you?”

Ruru crossed her arms instinctively.

“Then I’d argue respectfully.”

Cara would later describe the silence after that sentence as “the sound of rich people having heart attacks.”

David stared at her for several seconds.

Then finally—

he laughed softly.

The entire room froze.

One executive actually looked frightened.

Because apparently…

David Kim never laughed.

It wasn’t loud.

Just one quiet breath of amusement.

But it completely changed his face.

For one brief second, he looked younger.

Warmer.

Dangerously attractive.

Ruru immediately looked away.

Annoying.

Why did handsome men always have terrible personalities?

“You may leave,” David said calmly.

Ruru escaped the room before another disaster happened.

The second the doors closed behind her, she leaned against the wall dramatically.

Cara rushed over instantly.

“Well?!”

“I survived.”

“That’s not enough detail!”

Ruru grabbed Cara’s shoulders.

“He’s insane.”

Cara gasped happily. “So he noticed you?”

“That’s the problem!”

Before Cara could continue teasing her, the elevator dinged nearby.

Several employees suddenly stepped aside respectfully again.

Ruru turned instinctively.

David exited the interview hall with two assistants following behind him.

The hallway immediately became tense.

Ruru pretended not to notice him.

A terrible plan.

Because David walked directly toward her.

Step.

Step.

Step.

The closer he came, the more nervous everyone looked.

Cara whispered, “I can’t watch this.”

David stopped right in front of Ruru.

She crossed her arms cautiously.

“What now?”

One assistant looked seconds away from fainting.

David glanced down at her shoes.

Still slightly wet from the rain.

Then at the old canvas bag hanging from her shoulder.

Then finally at her eyes.

Sharp.

Bright.

Stubborn.

Nothing about her belonged in his world.

Yet somehow—

she stood there like she refused to bend for anyone.

“Your resume,” David said calmly, holding out a paper.

Ruru blinked.

She had accidentally left an extra copy inside the interview room.

“Oh.”

Their fingers brushed again while taking it.

A strange sensation passed briefly between them.

Warm.

Unfamiliar.

Both ignored it instantly.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

David studied her quietly for one more moment before speaking.

“You talk too much.”

Ruru stared at him in disbelief.

“You’re the one who keeps asking questions.”

Cara covered her mouth to stop laughing.

One assistant looked ready to resign.

For half a second—

David simply stared at her.

Then unexpectedly, the corner of his lips lifted again.

That dangerous almost-smile.

“You’re either very brave,” he said softly, “or very stupid.”

Ruru immediately replied, “Still employed enough to answer.”

David’s eyes narrowed with amusement.

Definitely interesting.

Then his phone vibrated.

The warmth vanished instantly.

His expression became cold again as he answered the call.

“Yes.”

A long silence followed.

Something dark flickered across his face.

Annoyance.

Frustration.

Maybe pain.

“…I said I’ll handle it,” he replied sharply before ending the call.

Ruru noticed the sudden tension immediately.

So did everyone else.

For one second, she caught a glimpse beneath the perfect rich-man image.

He looked exhausted.

Lonely.

Like someone carrying invisible chains.

But the moment passed quickly.

David turned away again.

“Results will be announced tomorrow.”

Then he walked past her without another word.

Ruru watched him disappear down the hallway.

Cara slowly turned toward her with sparkling eyes.

“…You two are absolutely going to ruin each other’s lives.”

Ruru groaned dramatically.

“Please don’t curse me like that.”

But somewhere deep inside—

for reasons she couldn’t explain—

her heartbeat refused to calm down.

And upstairs, inside the executive elevator, David looked down at the faint coffee stain still remaining near his sleeve.

For the first time in a long time…

his world no longer felt painfully predictable.

And that terrified him a little.

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