If you torture her, I'll be happy*

The secretary hurried out and barely noticed that a person was standing by the door.

Kim Dong-hae was there.

"Jun-seo, why the hell don't you answer my calls? Did you forget that I still boss you around?"

Before working for Eun-ji as her secretary, Jun-seo had already worked on some projects with Dong-hae; they didn't have a good relationship. But Dong-hae had a sense of belonging to everyone within that company.

Dong-hae was really tall and strong, her athleticism was enviable, but along with her temperament, it became a really dangerous mix. The secretary at that point was being held by the collar of his clothes and he had to try very hard not to start screaming for help... But who in their right mind would help him?

"Mister Kim..."

Dong-hae smirked and dropped Jun-seo away. That room was hers, and she still had her things. She wouldn't leave until she'd collected everything. "Get out of the way, I'm going into my room..."

Before she even grabbed the handle, the door finally opened and what Dong-hae saw made her completely lose her temper. She could feel her blood boiling.

"What noise is that?"

Eun-ji emerged like a phoenix. Strong and powerful in her full brilliance and power, Jun-seo for a few moments felt like God was sending someone to save him, but Eun-ji was far from anyone's salvation.

"Eun-ji?!"

Dong-hae knew of her sister's return, but not that she was back to replace her. She felt extremely irritated... How could they trade her for a brat?

Eun-ji found that situation really curious and funny.

The young woman just pointed inside asking her sister to finally enter. "Come in..."

Jun-seo, who was still recovering from the massive push, noticed his boss staring at him. "Go do as I'm told."

The secretary barely had time to re-knot his tie and just nodded, soon quickly striding after coffee. "Yes ma'am."

Dong-hae was finally inside the room and Eun-ji barely had time to close the door before she could hear the woman yelling next to her ear. So unpleasant.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

That insufferable temper hadn't improved at all after so many years. "Sit down."

Dong-hae sat on the big sofa and sighed.

Eun-ji's footsteps echoed through the room as if stuck to a melody, she approached her as she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt to get more comfortable.

"Dong-hae..."

The female voice seemed to echo through the entire length of the room as if they were in the middle of a precipice.

Dong-hae heard her name being said and made no effort to move to see who was calling her; she really hated Eun-ji.

She raised her index finger and snobbishly corrected the woman's call with a voice filled with the purest tone of disdain. "To you I am Ms. Kim."

The young woman was elegant and commanding. The empty room seemed full of Eun-ji, her firm and heavy footsteps made it seem like she was multiplying and condensing in the air.

Kim Eun-ji leaned on the arm of the sofa. She braced herself while silently observing the landscape from the immense glass wall, her sister doing the same.

Dong-hae still ignored Eun-ji's presence and this arrogant attitude was a joke to her ears. "You're Dong-hae to me... But maybe I should call you a mutt."

She laughed contemptuously.

She placed her hand on her sister's broad shoulders and quietly whispered. "I really wonder how Dad was so unlucky to adopt someone like you."

Eun-ji had serious relationship problems with Dong-hae; they always hated each other, and despite their parents' efforts, they never managed to live peacefully and just pretended the non-existence of the other.

The Kim family didn't seem to have any luck with their adopted children, and everyone was mired in scandal or disinterest in the family business. Now they were making a last-ditch effort to keep the company led by one Kim, whether it was Eun-ji or no one else.

Dong-hae finally looked at her and her eyes had a faint trace of red. She was completely irate, and Eun-ji was completely satisfied.

"Did you really think Dad would let you do whatever you wanted?"

"Eun-ji..." she tried to grab the other's wrist but was pushed back so that she now had both hands around her neck and dug her nails in enough for her to understand that she would hurt her if she did.

"I'll take over from now on and hope it doesn't interfere with my work, sister."

They were a family, but that didn't mean they loved each other.

"You were the vice president and I'm the new president. Even if I went back to work today, you'd still have to follow my orders... Looks like the spoiled brat is ready to send you to hell."

Dong-hae could see the smile plastered on her sister's face and her heart was sour. So sour to the point of wanting to make her disappear.

"Pick up that pile of rubbish you left, and if you happen to have a complaint, go to HR and open a protocol. After all, you haven't been with this company for more than 24 hours. You have one minute to leave my office, or I will call security."

Dong-hae saw a cardboard box left in the corner of the room and could easily see that her things were all placed there.

She clumsily picked up the box from the floor and silently left the room.

Eun-ji would definitely pay for it.

Jun-seo finally returned with the coffee and what he saw was a completely upset Dong-hae holding a box while waiting for the elevator to leave. He felt a chill run down his spine.

Kim looked at Jun-seo and silently entered the elevator pressing the button for the ground floor.

Really scary.

Lee Jun-seo quickened his steps towards the president's office, and at the first knock on the door he received permission to enter.

"I brought the coffee."

Eun-ji smiled, satisfied. "Fine, leave my coffee here on the table and bring me the most urgent documents... Let's get to work."

Meanwhile, in a bar.

Dong-hae had already drunk half of the freshly opened bottle of whiskey, and the intoxication was far from reaching her. She could feel her head throbbing with anger. She wouldn't accept being humiliated by Eun-ji.

It was obvious that she would take revenge. After all, there was nothing that money couldn't buy.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when she saw that the seat in front of her had been occupied by a woman.

"What is your name?"

The woman had light, mature features, but as young as a flower that has just bloomed.

Her black hair fell over her shoulders, giving it a natural and dazzling charm.

It was clear that she didn't intend to stay there long, nor did she even take off her coat.

"Hye-jin. That's what you need to know... What's the job?"

Dong-hae laughed at the woman's audacity and could even say she liked it, but she wasn't there for that. They were in a Japanese restaurant and the pleasure of having money offered her certain privileges. It wasn't too difficult to get somewhere reserved to run her business. She fumbled briefly with her coat, took a photo from her pocket, and handed it over.

"I want you to finish her in three months. If you get it done sooner, I'll give you a bonus."

Hye-jin nodded in agreement with the bonus part.

"Seems fair. Any tips?"

She spoke, taking the photo for herself and staring at the delicate lines of the face engraved in the image. That woman was really beautiful; too bad she had to die, Hye-jin thought.

"If you torture her, I'll be happy." Dong-hae laughed in derision.

Hye-jin even felt sorry for the miserable woman in front of her. She'd heard the rumors and she was just an idiot who couldn't handle her parents' no... But business is business.

"I don't make a mess. If you want a mess, call one of your henchmen to work." She spoke, placing the photograph on the table in a motion to hand it back.

"Do you know what happens to traitors, Hye-jin?" Dong-hae smiled widely and continued without waiting for the woman to respond. "They first lose their fingers one by one and then we rip out their throats. Do you think any henchman would have the courage to face this?"

She wasn't interested in hearing stories about how she or anyone else solved her problems. Without further ado, Dong-hae interrupted, the less she knew the better. "Your thoughts don't interest me. Half now and the other half after work."

"Fine with me, but if you don't get what I want, you will be hunted to hell. You understand that, right?"

"We're already in hell, you won't have to go that far." She took the photo for herself again and stuffed it into her coat pocket.

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