VII

“Saw you had a little trouble down there.” Today he was an evil mastermind as he spun around on his big, black leather chair, petting a white fluffy cat. “But well done on your assignment.”

“Thank you, seonbae.”

“Speaking of assignments, I got you a new one.” He flashed her a vicious grin, the familiar look of cruel amusement on his face. That smirk was always bad news.  “It’s in Seoul.”

It was almost always safe to assume the worst when it came to Doojoon - that's why she rarely spoke back to him, fearing that he would punish her more. This was simply a reminder why she didn’t, and also a reminder as to how much she hated him. Hana narrowed her eyes dangerously.

“Doojoon, you sick bastard.”