...Hyejin?

Hyejin walked peacefully through the streets of Seoul until she finally reached the meeting point her client had arranged.

An upscale teahouse actually looked refined enough to commission a murder.

Next to her was her always faithful squire: Mark.

Mark was still sleepy due to the time difference, after all Hyejin just called him and warned him that he should call her urgently.

He barely had time to grab a coffee or an energy drink. "I thought you would wake up today singing to the four winds, why are you so angry?"

All that was left for Mark to do was accept that her boss is very, very angry about something and he was curious to know what pissed her off to such an extent.

"Why would I be singing?"

Mark was too sleepy to joke, but he couldn't contain his gossipy thoughts... Was there anything more exciting than a good yuri?! Exactly, it didn't exist! "Didn't you have a night of pure sex with your dear client Eunji?!"

Mark didn't know exactly what the two of them did together, but if he irritated Hyejin even more he would get a good answer.

But what he got was a suffocating silence.

That was enough for him to create a great fanfic of forbidden love, action and lots of sex.

"..."

Mark gave a huge whoop of excitement, how could he be happier with someone else's sex life?! "Serious? Did you really have sex with her?"

Hyejin had been in a bad mood ever since she came across that envelope full of money, she understood very well the fact that some people did it for the money... She just did it to rip Eunji's neck off.

"Shut up."

Mark laughed at Jeon's ignorant way, he would definitely take advantage of that situation to get some good laughs. "Is she good in bed?"

Hyejin didn't want to go into details... Well, just remembering the intense night with Kim made her blush like a tomato. "I don't know, but she pays well."

Mark didn't hide his frustration, Kim Eunji looked domineering and possessive... How could she get carried away so easily in bed? He couldn't imagine that, completely impossible in his mind. "What do you mean she doesn't know? Is she bottom? Oh my god, I thought she was going to devour you all..."

Although Hyejin didn't admit it... Yes, she was devoured. "Shut up, the customer must be arriving."

All that talk with Mark gave enough time for Hyejin to enter the teahouse and soon be in a private cabin.

The place was used a lot for negotiations and big corporate deals… Well, now it would be used for planning assassinations as well. Of course, most importantly: the tea was great.

The atmosphere was great and it felt like a movie set, cozy and luxurious. Intriguing and classic. Hyejin liked.

Mark was thoughtful, he wondered what a perfect CP name would be for the two of them. Well, if Kim managed the miracle of surviving it would definitely be a great love story. "Alright, let me get you some coffee."

Jeon agreed, the less she heard from Mark about the night she had with Eunji the better. "Go fast..."

It didn't take much more than seconds for a waiter to appear in front of Hyejin and she soon ordered tea.

She had already received notice that her customer was on the way so it wouldn't be rude to place an order.

The waiter quickly wrote down what she wanted and was soon gone.

Jeon calmly watched the movement of the place, it was not full of people, but it was still interesting to observe the few that were present.

Some smiled at each other and there were also those who looked angry and indifferent.

Hyejin sighed, remembered the expressions she saw last night and wondered if they were real or just meant that Eunji was satisfied with her new toy?!

The woman was pulled from her thoughts when she heard a voice calling out to her.

An old man soon appeared in front of her. "Hyejin?"

She got up smoothly already knowing the man was her client and just pointed to the empty chair in front of her. "Yea..."

"I'm late?"

The man looked just like an average old man like any other retiree.

But that man was a rich and imposing man who lurked in the shadows, not all mobsters made their names easily by hiding their identities. There was a sense of pride in showing his family and his face to the world.

He was the dreaded Gong, nobody knew him, nobody ever saw him.

There was a legend that you would only see him on the day of his death... Well, Hyejin knew she wouldn't die today so it was all rumors.

The man chose anonymity to protect his wife, a famous actress who, unlike him, had no illegality on her resume.

It was definitely an atypical relationship, but it somehow worked.

"No, please have a seat."

The man looked friendly and smiling. "Already asked?"

Hyejin nodded in agreement. "Yes, hibiscus tea, I hope you don't mind my choice."

The man seemed satisfied with the taste of tea, so it was really a relief. "It's great."

"What do you want?"

For the two of them there was no ceremony or need for care when it came to business. They weren't ashamed of what they were doing, business was still business whether he was right or not.

The man handed a small envelope to Hyejin and in it were photos and data of who he would like to kill.

"This is your target my son and I want him dead... Simple."

She opened the envelope and soon saw the face of a not very old man, maybe in his 30s.

There was no need to know much, she preferred it just be discussed who, how and how much.

The reason was unnecessary and only delayed the process.

"Okay, service preferences?"

The man had already thought of everything and every question Hyejin could think of he already had ready answers.

For him it was a really delicate situation, he wanted to kill the son of his first marriage the boy was causing problems for his business and especially for his current wife who raised the boy as her own son.

The old lord gave his children a lot of freedom, but he would not accept traitors.

His beloved son was involved in drugs and doing business with a rival group... There was no worse nightmare than this for a mobster father.

In any case, he feared that at any moment his wife, who had no involvement with this world, would parachute in the worst possible way.

He was being forced somehow and choosing between losing a child or an entire family, he chose the child. Hyejin's wallet was definitely happy.

"Just make it look like an accident, I don't want to draw attention to myself or my family."

Hyejin agreed, she wouldn't have to have ammunition manufactured or anything like that and could even afford to improvise.

"Alright, consider it done."

She opened her purse and placed the envelope inside.

Hyejin felt a little impatient Mark was taking a while to get that coffee, he usually gave her information as the conversations took place.

Well, maybe that wasn't her lucky day.

"Solve it in a week and I'll send you a bonus."

Or maybe it was.

Bonuses were always welcome.

Maybe a drop of luck amidst the sea of bad luck.

"Great, half now and half when the service is over and of course the bonus."

The waiter finally came up with the tea, but Hyejin felt tired and just needed some sleep.

She got out of her chair and respectfully bowed in farewell.

"Alright... Please enjoy your tea I need to leave now."

The man felt a little curious, after all she hadn't even tasted the tea.

Delicately she poured some of the tea that was as fragrant as perfume.

Yes, it was great tea.

He smiled satisfied and just agreed with the young girl leaving.

"Of course, thanks..."

Hyejin before leaving went to one of the waiters and paid for the tea she had ordered, it didn't sound right for her to let her guest pay the bill.

What the young assassin didn't expect was to hear her name ring around the place on a call. "...Hyejin?"