Chapter 1 (1/2)

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“Who were you talking to on the phone so long?”

There came a sharp voice of a lady as I set the phone down, burying my head in a pile of doc.u.ments on my desk.

Although I was well aware of whose voice it was, I raised my head as slowly as possible as if I felt worn out.

The curve of her hips over the edge of my desk came into my sight first, and tracing the beautiful outline of her body with my eyes, I could see her slim waist and ample b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

d.a.m.n!

I examined whether her bra size was a C cup, wis.h.i.+ng I could touch them once.

Especially, the line where her neck and shoulder met was so graceful and looked as if an artist had drawn.

At last, her oval, beautiful face met my eyes.

Why hadn’t she become an actress? I wondered.

“You’ve got a call on line 3 holding,” she said.

The line 3 brought me back down to earth and sobered me up.

“Yeah, thanks,” I said.

“He says it’s urgent,” she said, turning her back to me.

As she walked away from me, her skin-tight skirt enhanced the outline of her hips, and her legs looked like they were ten miles long. Smooth, sleek, and toned.

‘If only I could sleep with her.’ I mumbled inwardly. But I doubted this would ever happen. She is the vice-chairman’s personal a.s.sistant. Most of her colleagues are aware that she is no ordinary personal a.s.sistant.

She lives in a high rise residential building whose fees of $3000 a month, and drives a Ferrari.

No wonder the vice-president offered her such luxury.

When he was born as the son of the chaebol, he was granted the opportunity to grow up surrounded by beautiful women, and date and sleep with them.

“d.a.m.n it! Line 3.”

I rushed to the phone and pressed 3. An insipid dial tone transitioned to a draggy voice.

“Will you bring my car back? I left it somewhere in Nonhyun,” he said without the least sense of urgency. And he hung up. d.a.m.n him. I slammed down the phone.

I picked it up again and dialed a number.

“Choi, find his car in Nonhyun now,”

“Yes, sir.” Choi said and hung up.

Choi wouldn’t ask how to find the car. Because he knew that cops and bystanders already swarmed around it like bees.

This b.a.s.t.a.r.d is the son of the vice chairman and grandson of the chairman. I and Choi knew by experience that he either had done drugs, or had got drunk and had got behind the wheel. And his car either had hit a roadside store or a street lamp.

He fled, leaving his car behind, and called me.

I prayed that he had not hit a person.

I instantly texted.

[It’s Yun, Sunyang Chaebol. I always appreciate your support and encouragement. Thank you.]

Local news reporters were well aware of what the text meant. It was expected that It was only a matter of the thickness of the wad of cash according to the seriousness of the incident.

The incident witnessed by the bystanders would go viral only on SNS, and before long, it would eventually fade away. And it would never be spotted in newspapers.

30 minutes went by, Choi texted me.

[Furniture store. $70,000.]

d.a.m.n b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

Because of his explosive temper, he just lost a large amount of money that would take me over a year to earn.

Who cares? His money, not mine.

It was almost the end of another hectic day. Hoping I could get off work on time, I thought about my wife’s gift as it was her birthday.

I needed to think up something good enough to make up for lost times.

But everything would not go according to plan.

As if on cue, the phone rang.

Clearing my throat, I picked up the phone. It was the chairman’s personal a.s.sistant.

“The old lady will go shopping. Go a.s.sist her,” he said.

“But won’t she be attended by her retinue…”

“d.a.m.n it! Just go! She will go to the L department store. That is why,”

Again?