Author's POV

The sound of Saranya's steady footsteps echoed down the polished hallway as she made her way to the CEO's office at HYBE Corporation. Her baggy black clothes, cap, and mask camouflaged her otherwise professional aura. Knocking on the door, she heard a calm, "Come in."

Stepping inside, she stood before Mr. Bang Si-Hyuk, the CEO, who glanced up from his desk. For a moment, he appeared puzzled, likely trying to reconcile the casual figure in front of him with the sharp professional he had seen in photos.

"Saranya Shekhawat," she introduced herself curtly, pulling his attention back.

"Ah, Ms. Shekhawat! Welcome!" he greeted warmly, though his Korean-accented pronunciation of her name made her inwardly wince.

"Please, call me Sara," she replied, offering a polite nod.

"Of course, Ms. Sara. Please, have a seat."

Taking a seat, she listened attentively as Mr. Bang continued, "We're honored to have someone of your expertise working with us, even for a short time. Mr. Kapoor spoke very highly of you when he informed me of your arrival."

"Thank you for the opportunity," she responded, her tone professional yet neutral.

Mr. Bang smiled and leaned forward. "The honor is ours. I'll keep this brief since you just arrived after a long flight. You'll be working as the event manager for BTS. I trust that won't be a problem for you?"

"Not at all," she said confidently.

"Good. All the details regarding your role are outlined in this journal." He slid a sleek leather-bound book across the desk toward her.

"And here are the keys to your apartment," he added, handing her a small set of keys. "It's a modest place, as Mr. Kapoor requested you keep things low-profile. If you need anything, let us know. The apartment is conveniently located just two minutes from BTS's dorms, given the nature of your work."

Sara nodded. "That arrangement works perfectly. Thank you."

"One last thing," she inquired. "Is there any dress code for staff?"

Mr. Bang chuckled. "No, Ms. Sara. You're free to wear whatever you feel comfortable in."

"Understood," she said with a slight bow. Rising to her feet, she added, "I'll take my leave, then."

"Very well. I'll send the apartment location to your phone. Welcome again, Ms. Sara."

She gave a polite bow and exited, ready to settle into this new chapter of her life.

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Reaching her apartment, Saranya stepped inside and surveyed her new home. Though small, the two-bedroom space was cozy, with an open kitchen, dining area, and a snug living room. It was everything she needed-and more importantly, it included a garage where she could store her beloved babies.

After unpacking, freshening up, and enjoying a quiet meal, she flipped through the journal detailing her work responsibilities. With her day winding down, she decided to call Akash.

The phone barely rang twice before he picked up.

"Hey, Anya! How's everything?"

"Good," she replied, her tone calm but reassuring.

"I spoke to Mr. Bang earlier," Akash informed her. "He told me about your work and accommodations. You're okay with everything, right?"

"Yeah, it's fine," she said. Then, after a pause, she added, "How's the company doing?"

A dramatic sigh came from the other end. "Anya, you could've at least asked how I'm doing!"

She chuckled lightly. "Fine. How are you doing, Akash?"

"Finally!" he exclaimed. "I'm fine. The company's fine. Everything's fine."

She smiled at his exaggerated tone.

"Anya," he said more seriously now.

"Yes?" "Try to keep your temper in check, okay?"

"It's not like I get angry without reason," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Only when someone provokes me."

"Yeah, yeah," he teased. "Just keep it together. And remember, if anything happens, call me. I'll be there."

"Alright," she said softly. "Goodnight, Akash."

"Goodnight, Anya."

Ending the call, she lay back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Letting out a deep sigh, she closed her eyes, letting sleep take over.

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The Next Morning

The bustling energy of HYBE was in full swing as employees hurried to their tasks. In one of the larger meeting rooms, BTS members lounged on a long sofa, each engrossed in their phones.

Sejin, their manager, entered the room with a purposeful stride. Behind him was a woman dressed in an oversized shirt, baggy pants, and a black mask that concealed most of her face.

(Ignore the cap)

"Guys," Sejin began, clearing his throat to grab their attention. "This is Ms. Sara, your new event manager."

Seven pairs of eyes turned toward her.

The members were momentarily taken aback-not because she was unrecognizable under her casual attire, but because she was unlike any manager they had met before. Most of their previous managers-especially women-had dressed to impress, exuding confidence in tight-fitting clothes and high heels. Sara, on the other hand, looked utterly unbothered, her stance relaxed and her attire functional.

Jungkook leaned closer to Jimin and whispered, "I was expecting someone... different."

Jimin smirked. "So was I. But Interesting ."

Sejin shot them both a sharp look before continuing. "Ms. Sara will be handling all your event schedules and coordination moving forward. Please treat her with respect and cooperate fully." Sara gave a small bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. Let's work well together." Namjoon, ever the polite leader, was the first to speak. "Welcome, Ms. Sara. We're looking forward to working with you."

The others mumbled similar greetings, though Jungkook and Jimin exchanged amused glances, their curiosity clearly piqued.

Sejin turned to Sara. "If you have any questions or concerns, let me know."

"Understood," she replied, her tone calm but firm.

As Sejin began discussing the group's schedule, Sara stood quietly at his side, her sharp eyes scanning the room. These were seven of the most famous faces in the world, and yet she felt no nervousness. Her mind was focused solely on the work ahead-and proving herself in this new role.

One thing was certain: this wasn't going to be just a job for a distraction or is it.

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