Mikhyo held her iPhone to her ear and frowned deeply.

"WHAT?! I have to fly business class instead of first class?!" She shouted.

"I don't care! Get me a first class flight to Paris in the next hour before I fire you and leave you out on the streets!" She hung up.

"Stupid low lives these days." She went back to online shopping in her office.

About an hour later, Her new assistant knocked on the door and came inside quietly. She bowed 90 degrees, "I have your information on Choi ~~~~~~ Miss Son." The girl said.

"Good. Hand me the folder and tell my chauffeur to be here in exactly half an hour." Mikhyo ordered.

"As you wish Miss Son." The girl smiled, bowed, and walked away.

Mikhyo smirked and opened the vanilla folder up.

"She's a ing handy cap? Looks like Kibum has lowered his standards. Seoul hospital, here I come." Mikhyo grinned evilly and grabbed her purse.

Her phone beeped with a text message and she opened it.

She smiled at the text, pleased.

Her other assistant had manage to threat a person on the first class flight to Paris to cancel their flight to make room for her.

She checked her Gucci watch and clucked her tongue. Her heels clicked as she walked to the glass doors with her initials beautifully designed on them.

She hummed a tune as her evil plan began to form in progress.

Finally, she would be able to get revenge on Key for breaking up with her.

After all, nobody dumps Son Mikhyo and gets away with it, according to the queen herself.

*Perfect. My flight for Paris leaves in four hours. I'll have enough time to ruin both of their lives. Then, I'll be living the rest of my perfect life in Paris with men a hundred times better than that loser.*

Mikhyo laughed to herself, "Oh Kim Kibum, I've got you now."

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Sorry for all of the short chappies! ><

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