CHAPTER SEVEN

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The woman with the pink hair flipped a strand over her shoulder. She wore a fitted business jacket with a matching skirt and dangerously tall stilettos. The fragrance of cherry blossoms floated behind her as she walked into the high-rise office building.

'Highly capable' they called Ms. Megurine Luka when referring to her performance at work. 'Ice Princess' they called her when referring to her personality.

She had only been working at the firm for two years after completing four years of college and two years of business school. Yet somehow, her quick-thinking, no-nonsense approach to her work had gained her a higher position in the firm than anyone her age had ever done. Her fellow employees saw her as an Amazon warrior, fearless, magnificent, and stunningly beautiful.

But despite her willingness to cooperate on a business endeavor or some other project, when it came to actually talking to people, she didn't. At least not voluntarily. When referring to the woman named Megurine Luka, the title 'Ice Princess' was frighteningly apt. She had utterly no interest in making friends. When invited to hang out or come to parties, she declined. Her replies to offers of dates were short, blunt, and sometimes could be considered downright rude. No one knew what she liked, other than the obvious fact that her favorite color was pink and her favorite food was tuna.

Every young man in the building had a crush on her. It was understandable. Luka had a perfect hourglass figure, slim waist, ample bosom, wide hips. She carried herself like a princess, walking with authority and drawing all eyes to her. Her husky voice could cause a room to fall silent. The men speculated that she was more beautiful than any magazine model. If given a choice between a kiss from her and all the money in the world, not one of them would hesitate before choosing Luka.

She stepped into the elevator, ignoring the unconcealed stares of the two men inside. Turning her back to them, she began texting on an expensive-looking phone. It was very quiet for a long time.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened for the seventh floor, she stepped out. The two men exchanged a glance as the doors slid shut.

"She's almost ten years younger than me, can you believe it? I've never seen a more gorgeous woman."

"I heard she has a boyfriend already. A rich one, too. Wish I was rich and good-looking; I could get any woman in the world."

"The only woman I want is Luka."

"Good luck with that."


Bahhhh... thoughts? It's rather short. But dun dun dun, introducing Luka!