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theloversofmrsunshine · 5 years

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President Jin and the Lady, ch 9

The bells rings, announcing his visitor. The officers buzz her in, and Lady Go Aeshin click-clacks her way to the glass partition that stands between them. His hands tighten into fists at the sight of her, remorse curling in his gut. The events of the last year stand like guilty children on his conscience, and he wonders if he’s disappointed her. While he lived in the Philippines, he thought of her every day. He would have even called her; if he hadn’t been sure her phone would be watched by the police. His survival was of greater priority, but during the hot Manila nights, he’d constantly thought of her. The lonely nights were so long without her. Sometimes, he even touched himself to the thought of her.

He still has her picture in his wallet. He now keeps it in his prison locker.

Seeing her now, after a year apart, sears him down to the core. She’s even more beautiful than he remembers. Her hair is now cut short, a sleek, curling bob that makes her look more a lady. Her black turtleneck hugs her body tightly, tucked into the skinny jeans. Her black boots make her legs extend for miles, and the caramel coat over her shoulders billows behind her as she walks toward him with purpose. It’s winter and she looks ravishing. He’d gotten picture updates of her from private investigators he’d hired while in Manila, but seeing her in person is like a punch to the gut.

The silver four leaf clover hanging from a necklace draws his gaze to her neck. His jaw clenches.

She settles into the chair on the opposite side of the glass, finally raising her gaze to look at him. Her expression is totally unreadable for him. He wonders what is going on behind her dark, shining eyes.

“It’s been a long time,” he greets, and feels ridiculous. He’s swindled thousands of people, including her grandfather, and the first thing he says is an absurd greeting. The kind two collage friends might say when seeing each other at the 10 year reunion of their class. It makes him want to cut his own tongue out.

“Quite,” she responds, and says nothing more. She merely watches him, her gaze hooded. He can almost feel the disappointment in the air.

A part of him had been hoping she would forgive him. In this moment, terror settles in his stomach. She may never look at him like she did that night after he’d rescued her. The realization burns down his throat like shitty alcohol. He’d made sure the effects of his downfall didn’t affect her grandfather’s finances too much. If anything, he’d worked hard in raising the value of the property Lord Go had bequeathed him. The authorities had been unable to take the land from President Jin, as he’d finalized the paperwork to return the lands to Assemblyman Go Sahong weeks before getting ousted by Jang-goon. Still, by investing in One Network, Lord Go’s once unblemished record was tainted. If there is anything Go Aeshin will not forgive, it is strikes against her family. His guilt makes him tongue-tied; he has no excuses to give her. So they sit in silence, until she breaks it.

“Are you eating well?” she asks simply, cocking her head slightly to the side. She crosses her legs, finally sitting back. It’s as though the unforgiving pressure on him lets up. He takes air in sharply, surprised.

“I am,” he smiles crookedly. “Prison food isn’t to my taste, but it’s not too bad.”

She snorts, rolling her eyes. President Jin wonders if she knows he gets food basically smuggled in through the warden, who understands the convenience of having a man like President Jin Hyunpil owe him a favor. Lady Go Aeshin has surprised him once; he doubts anything is beneath her. “Your hair and beard look nice,” she observes, smiling for the first time.

He self consciously runs a hand across his scruffy beard, grinning at the compliment.

“Good,” she says, making him flinch. That is a word charged with memories for him. Memories of her lips on his, her body pressed languidly against him. The remembrance of her lips sizzles across his skin. As she stands, he jolts to his feet, slamming his palms against the blasted glass partition. She pulls her coat higher on her shoulders, glancing back at him unconcernedly.

“Wait,” he cries, a note of desperation in his voice. He kneels before no one and begs to no one… but for Lady Aeshin, he would be willing to put all of his pride aside. “Come again.”

“Please… come again,” he says, jerking away from the correctional officer tugging at his arm and warning him to step away from the glass.

Go Aeshin gives him one last, long look before turning away.

Days later, a package arrives along with the food he’d ordered from a nearby chicken delivery place. The warden, Hwang Eunsan, smirks as he reads the label.

“Compliments of Lady Go Aeshin,” he snorts, handing President Jin the box. President Jin is on his feet faster than the warden can blink, and Eunsan snaps his hands back in shock.

Cradling the box, President Jin sits down to open it. Inside is a bottle of his favorite wine, once casually mentioned in conversation with the chicken soup shop owner, Jang Seung-goo. With it comes a note, written in a fine hand.

“On an autumn day, the long clean lake flows like green jade. We docked our boat where the lotus flowers bloom. I threw bait over the wall to meet you, but I got caught by someone from afar and spent half the day embarrassed.” It reads, written with an elegance rivaling Heo Nanseolheon. He traces the words, wondering at their meaning. There is an address on the box, one he doesn’t recognize, along with a phone number.

Hwang Eunsan chuckles as he sits at his desk, loudly slurping his noodles. “Lady Go Aeshin recently moved into her own apartment,” he wonders aloud, for no reason whatsoever. “I heard she’s even opening her own business, that girl.”

President Jin smirks, putting the address and number under his prison uniform for safe keeping. It seems he’s been invited. It burns a path of motivation before him.

As soon as he’s free, he’ll take her up on her invitation.

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theloversofmrsunshine · 5 years

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President Jin and the Lady, ch 8

Go Aeshin tosses her hair over her shoulder as she walks away, exhaling smoke as she goes. It takes President Jin a moment to compose the tattered remains of his being before he can chase after her.

He’s not sure what he’s going to say to her. By the south entrance, they’d had some semblance of privacy. Here, now, closing in on the eastern entrance, they are surrounded by cops, Special Forces and President Jin’s own men. For the sake of the lady’s virtue, he cannot make any overt moves, however much he’d like to. Her integrity is part of her image, and he cannot mar that. Not for her. In this moment, President Jin realizes he’s fallen foolishly in love with this woman. And perhaps, thanks to that kiss, she feels something for him, too.

He’s a few steps away. President Jin needs answers, even if he’s not sure how he’s going to get them.

He doesn’t see it in time, but Mori Takashi is being escorted out just as they walk past. He’d been a broken man the last President Jin had left him, but upon seeing Lady Go Aeshin, something triggers in the Japanese Oyabun. He screams, writhing in his bounds and tearing away from his captors. He snatches a handgun, yelling obscenities as he raises the weapon and pulls the trigger.

President Jin was arrives at a dead run, knocking Lady Aeshin aside. As she falls, she pulls something from beneath the folds of her dress, and takes precise aim. Thanks to the distance, Mori Takashi’s shot goes wild, but Lady Go Aeshin is a true marksman. Her shot lands squarely on his forehead, eliciting a grunt from the Japanese Oyabun before he falls to his knees and off to the side. Dead.

President Jin grips his forearm, where the shot grazed him. Aeshin is already on her feet, and the gun is gone from her hands. Her eyes are round with worry as she grips his wrist, checking the wound on his arm from the bullet.

“Are you alright?” her words slice through the silence after the gunshot, just before the entire compound erupts like a beehive. The soldiers and police make their move, surrounding the body of the dead Oyabun and subduing any resistance from the other captured criminals of the Japanese syndicate. The soldiers don’t dare come near the Lady, though, fearing retribution if they should dare question such a respected member of society.

President Jin blinks, more stunned by her shot than his wound. “I didn’t know you could shoot a handgun.” Mutely, he realizes it was the same gun Mori Takashi had used to hold her hostage. How strangely fitting.

She gives him a look from under her brows as she fusses over his arm, and her lips quirk for a moment as she leads him to the ambulance. “I can shoot a rifle, too.” The hint of pride in her voice makes him smile, even as the dichotomy of her status and her abilities as a gunman makes his head spin.

“Was… that your first kill?” He asks softly. He’s not sure what answer he wants to hear.

Her silence is worse

Lady Go Aeshin, after escorting him to the ambulance, touches his cheek before leaving.

“Don’t die,” she says, almost like a parting shot. She smiles at him sadly before turning away.

Somehow, this feels like goodbye.

It isn’t until later that he finds out Aeshin had made a call to her grandfather and learned of their deal. She knew her grandfather had signed to invest in One Network and had even bequeathed President Jin several of his estates in the country. In a single moment, President Jin became the third wealthiest man in South Korea.

She’d said goodbye knowing he’d gotten what he’d come for.

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theloversofmrsunshine · 5 years

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President Jin and the Lady, ch 6

Against advice by the military men round him, President Jin demanded a siege upon the Japanese stronghold that most surely housed Lady Go Aeshin. Though the kidnappers were consummate professionals and had avoided the CCTVs when changing cars, their captive was wilier than they’d thought. Go Aeshin had proven difficult to control, and she had made sure to leave crumbs of evidence. Enough to leave a traceable trail that allowed President Jin to find their hiding place. She’d used their inattention to her advantage and President Jin wasn’t going to let her hard work go to waste. It’s already five hours after the kidnapping had occurred and he wanted to take no chances.

“No survivors, extract the hostage as soon as possible. Draw attention and make them focus on us. Anyone have eyes on Lady Aeshin yet?” President Jin barks, as the men mobilize around him. The Police Commissioner shakes his head, looking worried. Both of them could be in serious hot water if the Lady died on their hands, and finding her alive is tantamount to their lives.

“No,” the Commissioner laments, just as one of the technicians manning the heat-sensors shouts for them. President Jin is at his side in an instant, stunning the poor man.

“What do you see?” He growls, planting both hands on the desk. The technician points to the screen, where a total of eight people are gathered in one of the back rooms in the basement.

“See, here? In most of the other rooms, the men are dispersed at strategic points. But here, there are six armed men, and two of them are sitting at a desk.” The man explains, pointing to each of the figures. “I think they’re trying to extort money from Lady Aeshin.”

President Jin sees white, straightening suddenly. “Get my gear,” he snaps, and cracks his neck ominously. “I’m going in myself.”

If knowing that the granddaughter of the most powerful and respected man in South Korea was the hostage wasn’t enough, having President Jin on their backs basically lit a furnace in the soldiers storming the building. The Japanese didn’t even know what hit them, finding themselves knocked unconscious or knocked down by grimfaced Special Forces. Within the first ten minutes, they’ve established a break and have kept a quiet infiltration, putting down the vigilant Japanese men without letting them sound the alarm. They’ve taken the stronghold mostly by storm, passing through the different rooms like liquid metal. President Jin is taking point, showing his military training as he puts down more men than the Special Forces team.

His violence is uncontained, but calculated, allowing for the team to make a double-pronged breach for the sake of finding Lady Go Aeshin much faster. The third prong is standing back, awaiting the perfect moment to increase the pressure on the yakuza inside. By the time anyone has noticed the arrival of the Special Forces, it’s too late. Out of the shadows, the bullets rip into the surprised men, and the third group makes its entrance into the compound with the resounding elegance of a charging elephant. It’s not long before they make it to the basement, where Mori Takashi is holding Go Aeshin at gun point.

President Jin, hidden behind the tactical mask and anonymous among the soldiers, assesses the state of his lady. Despite whatever perils she has faced, Lady Go Aeshin seems barely ruffled. There is a red mark on her cheek, possibly from a strike, and her hands and feet are bound by tape. Her expression is firm, however, almost calm. But President Jin can see the storm brewing beneath her dark gaze, and the peek of temper gives him hope. The table where the laptop had been was completely overturned, but the room is almost devoid of men. It seems Takashi had sent his men out and placed his bet on getting out of this situation alive by holding the lady hostage.

President Jin rips off his tactical mask, and growls in clear Japanese. “If you wish to live, I suggest you take your hands off the Lady.”

Aeshin blinks in surprise, her mouth opening slightly. Across the barrel of the rifle, President Jin tightens his jaw. He had been a marksman during his time in the Special Forces, but he’s not sure he can land the shot on Mori Takashi, as he’s hiding entirely behind Lady Go Aeshin. His eyes flicker to Aeshin, who surprises him by looking to the left. She carefully mouths “left” in English, before smacking her palm against Mori Takashi’s elbow, and the resounding gunshot is deafening. Bits of the roof rain down in a shower of dust as the bullet lodges there. Aeshin throws her body to the ground on her left, rolling over quickly to cover her face with her arms as Mori Takashi yells and adjusts his posture to shoot the Lady now on the ground.

He doesn’t get the chance. The gun is shot out of his hand, landing a mere foot away from Lady Go Aeshin. President Jin lunges for Mori Takashi with a snarl, and the beating the Japanese man takes is almost ungodly. The rest of the tactical team spreads, looking for any more enemies to disarm or kill. Two officers go to the lady, offering her a helping hand to her feet. They lead her outside as President Jin’s men fill the room, one of them offering President Jin a cigarette. Lady Aeshin looks over her shoulder just before the doors close, gazing for a moment at President Jin’s back as he accepts a cigarette and a hammer.

None notices Mori Takashi’s gun is gone.

“Listen up, because I will only say this once.” The man sags in his grip, losing consciousness fast. He’s slumping in his chair, but President Jin isn’t done with Takashi just yet. President Jin jerks him cruelly, even pressing down on his open wounds. This causes the man to scream in pain, wide awake by the discomfort. “Listen.”

President Jin brings him close to his face, exhaling a lungful of smoke slowly and with towering rage. The Japanese Oyabun shivers in his grasp, looking terrified. “No amount of money in the world will be able to fix what I’ll do to you.”

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theloversofmrsunshine · 5 years

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The President and the Lady, ch 7

By the time President Jin is satisfied, Mori Takashi is barely able to babble in response to his questions. In this state, the Japanese Oyabun would have told him anything, confessed to anything, if only to stop the pain. President Jin relishes in the moment of his revenge, for no one could strike his lady and get away with it. Not on his watch.

It’s been perhaps a gruesome hour since his torture of Mori Takashi had begun, but President Jin is deliberating continuing. Though his blood thirst is quenched, it does not feel like it does Lady Go Aeshin justice. She was taken for five straight hours, possibly starved, likely struck and in the process of being robbed of her money. Sixty minutes doesn’t seem like quite enough, after all the hardship the bastard before him had brought upon the Lady. He’s been rather creative in his torture methods and he’s running out of ideas. Perhaps he should desist…

It isn’t until he is told that Lady Go Aeshin is waiting for him that President Jin decides to head on up and allow the police to take the criminals caught during the raid. The Police Commissioner won’t be handing over such a bloody and hectic crime scene to the Musin Crime Syndicate just yet. As a matter of pride, mostly, and of course… the pile of dead bodies brought on by the second half of the raid. President Jin delegates the matter to him; he’s the cop, after all.

He finds the lady leaning up against the south entrance of the house, a bit cleaner and wearing his cream suit coat across her shoulders. She looks fabulous and it makes his heart ache for a moment. She’s here, she’s safe… and she’s wearing his clothes. It takes a visible moment of restraint and self-composure before President Jin approaches. Otherwise, he might have pressed her against the wall and found out just how loud she screams for him.

She turns to him, looking up from a phone that seems to have been borrowed from one of his men. “Ah, are you finished? I didn’t think torturing someone could take this long.”

He smiles smoothly, running a hand back on his hair. He’d removed the tactical gear before approaching her. It was covered in blood and smelled like a slaughter house. Still, she sees him, all of him; it makes him feel vulnerable.

“My lady, with the right tools, torture can take days.” She scoffs at his boast, but says nothing.

Her lips part and his gaze focuses on them hungrily. His adrenaline is still running rather high from the raid and he breathes deeply to calm down. He tugs at his tie, pulled on hurriedly, and clears his throat.

Aeshin steps forward and his breath catches. Her slim hands gently realign his tie to his neck and adjust his collar. There is a domesticity to her actions that puts him under thrall. The palms of his hands itch with a visceral need to pull her up against him and breathe. Her. In.

Her gaze finds his as her breath ghosts over his chin.

“Do you have a cigarette?” She asks him, unexpectedly. He nods mutely, reaching for his cigarettes. Instead of giving it to her, he puts one in his mouth and lights it. Breathing to the side to avoid blowing smoke into her face, he offers her the lit cigarette. She smiles, and despite it all, she’s beautiful.

“Good,” she whispers, before stepping closer, bringing her entire body flush against him, and kisses him so deeply he feels it in his soul. He keeps the cigarette away with one hand, but the other is wrapped around her back and on her shoulder, pressing her to him with all of his strength. Her lips open, her tongue finds his and his essence is shattered. It rebuilds with her name seared onto it and he is forever marked.

Go Aeshin steps back, plucking the cigarette from his hand and holding it with her teeth.

“See you again, President Jin.”

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theloversofmrsunshine · 6 years

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President Jin and the Lady, ch 4

President Jin sails, altogether warlike, onward out of Lord Go’s house. His driver scrambles to open the door for him as President Jin answers his phone. His security men enter the car, just as flustered, trying to keep up with him. Jang-goon tells him the cell phone was a dead end, and so were the plates on the car they suspected had taken Aeshin. It had been stolen a few weeks ago from a Japanese Yakuza Oyabun, which rings bells in President Jin’s head. He hangs up, thinking quickly. As he tells the driver to take him to the hospital where the Oyabun is resting, he calls Jang-goon once more. His voice is terse and clipped as he barks his orders. “Work another angle for me. Look up what’s going on with the Yakuza these days. Is there a new player in town? Text me the details.” He hangs up almost without hearing Jang-goon meekly agree.President Jin calls President Lee of the hospital, waspishly calling in the debt he owes him. “I need the room for Gu Dongmae. Get me access. Meet me at the door. I’m there in ten.” He makes one last call before he sits in abject fury, staring balefully out the window.

By the time he arrives at the hospital, the Hospital President had an entire entourage outside with him as they waited for him to arrive. He exits his vehicle, leaving his driver to park, and enters followed by President Lee almost at his heels. His posture is meek, as President Jin radiates ire like an angry bull. “He’s on our VIP floor. Room 205. Should I lead you there?”

President Jin stops short, knowing President Lee is so nosy, he’ll listen at the door if he allows him to stay. “No, I’m sure you have much to do. I apologize if I was brusque on the phone. This is a very important matter and I’m thankful for your assistance. I will remember this.” These words are enough to have President Lee almost on his knees with delight and relief. Only a nurse remains as President Lee allows him to go, bowing deeply and hissing for his subordinates to do the same. President Jin says nothing as he gets on the elevator, staring straight ahead as he plans his strategy. Jang-goon had yet to get back to him with the information he needed, but there is more than one way to skin a cat. He supposes he’ll have to go for a full frontal attack and squares his shoulders.

When he gets off the elevator, the nurse follows him until they’re two doors from room 205, skittishly bidding him farewell. Two men in suits stand outside, clearly keeping an eye out for threats. His phone rings once, and he glances down at brief summary on his screen. With a smirk, he prowls onwards, tossing his head back confidently. The men watch him warily, as though something about his stance is making them nervous. They should be. Once he stands before them, he gives them his most winning smile, and twines his hands together in a show of good faith. “Gentlemen, I’m here to see Gu Dongmae. May I come in?” his Japanese is flawless, as he’d been told the men of the Yakuza often hid behind a facade of ignorance of the local language to avoid unwanted confrontations.

The men share a look, clearly unused to such an amiable remark from a civilian. In his cream suit and ashen hair, President Jin Hyunpil looks well to do and upright. Nothing like their cheap, dark suits and sad sunglasses... which it seems they refuse to remove even when indoors. “We have not been told there would be a visitor,” the man on the right says, sounding tough and resolute. “You cannot go in.”

President Jin’s smile doesn’t falter, unnerving the men. “He wouldn’t have known I was coming,” he replies smoothly. “But he’ll be glad to receive me. Here’s my card. Please, announce me.”

The man on the left is clearly more of a thinker than his partner, taking the card and scrutinizing it. “We said you couldn’t go in,” he snarls, tearing his card to pieces.

President Jin leans forward, turning a blind eye to the way they grip the ill-concealed guns under their suit jackets. “I can make this a very good or a very bad moment for everyone involved,” he hisses, still smiling. “Announce me, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”

Just as the men start to draw their weapons, the door between them slides open with a snap. A young man in a black sweater stands there, glowering, and gruffly orders both men to stand down. “Have some awareness,” he snarls, patting the man on the right on the chest. A bright red dot is vivid against the dark suit, unwavering and cruel. It extends from the wide window at President Jin’s back, leading back to two men in plain clothes and large rifles. Both Japanese henchmen instantly raise their hands, letting go of their weapons. The young man looks at President Jin with interest, as not anyone can hire snipers to aim, in broad daylight, into a VIP hospital ward. “I’m Gu Dongmae. What can I do for you?” he asks in perfect Korean, welcoming President Jin into his room.

President Jin jerks his head at the window, and the red dots vanish. The men on the roof move, which Gu Dongmae watches with interest. Still, he allows the older man inside, clearly curious. He limps his way toward the sofas settled around a low coffee table, refusing help from his men. President Jin allows him to lead the way before he takes a seat. He doesn’t need to glance out the wide doors leading to the veranda to see his men set up there, taking aim into the room and awaiting his orders. Gu Dongmae is watching them, too, once he’s settled into his seat.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asks, taking President Jin’s card with much more politesse than his minion. He seems to read it twice; a bit disbelieving the world’s greatest conman would have a reason to visit a mafia Don. It rather surprises President Jin that this handsome young man is a Yakuza Oyabun of such a fearsome reputation. But for his messy hair and slight stubble, this youth could pass off for a model.

“I’m looking for a bit of information, and I’ve been told you’re the one to go to.” President Jin says smoothly. “I’ve heard there was some sort of upheaval in your... business. You even lost a few vehicles, I understand. Would you kindly explain the incident in greater detail? The files the Police Commissioner offered were lacking.”

Gu Dongmae doesn’t even blink at the mention of the Commissioner, though he does seem vaguely impressed at how deep President Jin’s roots run. “And what do I have to gain from this?” he remarks, sitting back comfortably into his sofa chair.

President Jin looks at his hands for a moment, before leaning in by placing both elbows on his knees. “I’ve heard you’ve been having some trouble with the men in the harbor and their superiors when it comes to moving your product,” he says lightly, smiling in a friendly way. “I can make them look the other way for as long as it pleases you.”

Gu Dongmae snorts, crossing his arms. “What makes you think I can’t take care of that myself?”

President Jin touches his chin, appearing thoughtful. “Of course you can, Oyabun. But this way, you face no expense for your troubles. Should you require it, I can even supply a steadier stream of peddlers. I’ve heard the local gangs have been troublesome for you recently.”

Gu Dongmae’s lips twitch, his eyes sparkling with humor. “You seen to have much information, for someone who wishes to buy it. Why not rely on your very thorough network?” There’s a touch of sarcasm in his tone, which President Jin does not appreciate. He is running out of time and the pleasantries have worn him thin. At last, his smile falls, and the room seems to grow cold. President Jin sheds his humanity like a cloak, staring at the Oyabun as two bright red dots appear on his chest. Gu Dongmae sits straighter, glaring at the window.

“Oyabun,” President Jin says, and something in his expression sharpens. “This can either be a negotiation among intelligent businessmen, or an interrogation. Which will it be?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a negotiation with a sniper aiming at my heart,” Gu Dongmae jokes, looking amused despite the circumstances.

“You’ll adapt,” President Jin says, smirking. “Now then, what will it be?”

Gu Dongmae watches his expression for a moment, as though reading the threat clearer on his face than in the dots on his breast. He exhales through his nose, the tiniest of smiles escaping him. He mimics President Jin’s posture, putting his elbows onto his knees, one hand on his shoulder. His gaze is piercing and straightforward. “What do you know about Mori Takashi of the Japanese crime syndicate?”

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theloversofmrsunshine · 6 years

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The President and the Lady, ch 3

When President Jin hears of Lady Go Aeshin’s kidnapping, it takes him a full minute to recover from the white hot rage that runs through him like a thunder bolt, blinding him in its potency. Even Jang-goon, who had the misfortune of being in the room when the news was delivered, flinches at the pure animosity that oozes out of his boss like radioactive heat. President Jin’s eyes flash as he orders in the most frigid voice anyone has ever heard. “Get me the Police Commissioner on the line. Find her last possible locations. Use the hacking program we installed on her phone if necessary. Fetch the footage of all the CCTV nearby. If there’s a vehicle, pull up plates, owner, address, everything. Grid the city, check all the toll booths, hire men to begin a discreet search. I’ll need some armed men in plain clothes.” He snaps, whip-like, in a mad frenzy. When his assistant stands there idiotically, he finally raises his voice to a roar. “Now, woman!” She yelps, nodding and rushing to fetch Mother as she pulls her headset to her head and begins making calls.

The President’s phone rings as his assistant informs him she has the Commissioner on the line. He picks up the phone and speaks clipped tones that would have anyone tucking tail. The force in his voice is enough to even cow the Commissioner, famous for not taking a single gram of disrespect from anyone. Once he hangs up, he pulls on his suit jacket in our practiced move. He checks his reflection once in the mirror and storms out, Jang-goon behind him.

“Where are you going, sir?” he asks, rushing to keep up with the President’s angry strides.

“I must visit Lord Go,” President Jin responds between clenched teeth, gesturing for his driver to fetch the car. The man jumps to his feet and races out, trying to keep in front of his boss. Everyone at the company watches him pass, as an emergency state is announced and the workers are encouraged to disconnect their calls or reroute them to the Shanghai branch. As they do so, Mother takes the stand and explains the following task of each team. They follow President Jin’s directives as the screens switch to show a city grid, call records, CCTV footage from street cameras and the last known location of Go Aeshin according to which cell phone towers her cell phone was last recorded to have been before it was shut off only three hours ago. Jang-goon, ordered to work the cell phone angle to find out what happened, her call history and text messages, must�� remain at One Network.

President Jin is forced to tame his temper in the way to the Assemblyman’s house, unwilling to show the fraying pieces of his humanity at the mere suggestion that anyone could dare to hurt what was his. He’d considered kidnapping her himself, of course, to either win her favour or simply threaten Lord Go to pay a ransom for his granddaughter. However, he knew that a woman as sharp as Aeshin would notice something fishy about being kidnapped after having just met him. Worse, Jang-goon had told him Aeshin had anti-spyware in her phone, which neither of them had noticed. Aeshin already knew she was being watched. She also knew it started the day they’d met at the coffee shop. If he touched her, he’d ruin his chances at winning her regard. Additionally, he’d only be able to get a fraction of Lord Go’s riches, instead of fishing the whole pot of gold like he wanted.

And, though he’d never admit it, after seeing the red welt of the burn Jang-goon had accidentally caused on her hand, President Jin had sworn never to see a mark or blemish on her perfect skin. He wanted her as she was. A kidnapping could go wrong in so many ways, President Jin had decided against it. Now, some scum had dared to intrude upon his territory. President Jin would hang every single person involved by their entrails.

When his driver announces their arrival at the Go Family Estate, President Jin pastes his most vulnerable expression and exits the vehicle. Upon being met at the door by the elderly servant, President Jin begins his spiel. “I heard the terrible news. Is Lord Go alright?” Even if he has to force himself, President Jin is determined to put on his best show yet.

“You’d better come in,” the old man says, gesturing for him to come inside. “It’s given him quite a shock and the doctor recommended no visitors...”

President Jin looks at him pleadingly. “Please let me see him. Perhaps I can be if use to him in some way.” He cajoles, though surprised that he’s being lead inside anyway.

“Lord Go said you’d say that,” the elderly gentleman remarks, giving him a side-eye even through his distress. “He’s through here. Come in.”

President Jin follows him into a study that looks more like an indoor jungle than a workspace. The study is littered with paints, canvases, brushes and pails of many sizes; all interspersed with a multitude of potted plants, trees and flowers. Among this semblance of a mess is a settee, where Lord Go is reclining with a picture in his hands. As President Jin enters, the old man puts the picture aside, looking alert and angry, for all his frailty.

“The Police Commissioner tells me you were most insistent on having a party of armed, plain clothed men at your disposal for a retrieval mission. For the sake of my granddaughter. Have I understood correctly?” the old man gets straight to the point, regal and fine in his prim robe and surroundings. It takes a moment for President Jin to place the familiar scent of this place as an aroma he’d detected on Aeshin’s skin. Of vanilla cigarettes, oil paints and the lush smells of various flowers and plants. He slowly realizes this study must be Aeshin’s.

“Yes, my Lord.” President Jin doesn’t even hesitate. The Police Commissioner tattled on him, but it works in his favour. At least now the old man knows he’s not in the least involved. He may mess with the law, but he’s never been the type to play with fire so openly.

“Good,” Lord Go says, further surprising him. “If you find Aeshin, I’ll sign to become a partner at that company of yours. If you find her alive, I’ll bequeath part of my lands to you.” His voice is firm and decided, leaving President Jin agog.

“You wish for me to save her?” he asks, wanting to make sure.

“Find her, save her, bring her to me; deal with the perpetrators as you see fit.” Lord Go says with finality. President Jin sees the brilliance of this.

Lord Go has asked him to, of his own volition, kill the people who would dare hurt his precious granddaughter. All without even getting his hands dirty.

“I will do as you ask,” President Jin promises, bowing.

Lord Go nods, and says with a forced sort of casualness. “I heard the Japanese sector of organized crime has seen some upheaval.” Realizing the old man is giving him information of whom he suspects is the kidnapper, President Jin bows again to avoid letting the Assemblyman see his predatory smirk.

This old man is exceedingly cruel.

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President Jin and the Lady, ch 5

With Gu Dongmae’s information on hand, President Jin, rises. His phone is already in his hands and he signals toward the snipers on the roof. The laser lights congregating on Gu Dongmae’s chest disappear, but Dongmae can tell the snipers have yet to stop training their weapons at him. He decides to drop one more bomb, wondering if his wife was right in saying that the mighty President Jin had been ensnared by a black bird in a cage.

“The Mori family is said to be ruthless,” he remarks casually, looking at his nails and pretending he doesn’t see the red dots materialize onto his chest. “It’s been almost three hours. I shouldn’t wonder if she’s dead already.”

President Jin’s steps slow and he turns. Gu Dongmae barely gets a view of his profile, but there is something threatening and bloodthirsty in the shadow of those eyes. Though a smile stretches thin lips pleasantly, Gu Dongmae can tell President Jin wants nothing more than to paint the walls with his blood. “If she is dead,” President Jin says, without a hitch to his tone. “Then you’ll be among the first to know, Oyabun.”

He stops at the door, not even bothering to turn his head. “Do say hello to your wife for me,” he says, casually threatening.

Dongmae represses a shiver, watching until the shark that swam into his waters slides away.

Aeshin doesn’t move as the men pace in front of her, looking furious as they speak in fast-paced Japanese. She says nothing, watching them and crouching on the floor in silence. She’d barely had time to get a glimpse when she was brought in, but she counted at least six exit points and a good dozen windows that didn’t lead to the walled off gardens that seemed to crouch along the back of the building. It’s old, built in Japanese colonial times, and Aeshin could confidently say this building had been in some sort of power struggle. She’d spotted gunshot holes all over the walls and even in the tatami mats. Someone had replaced the vast majority, but she could see signs of what might have been a battle. If her memory serves, there had been some sort of uproar in Suwon among the differing groups of Japanese mafia. Her grandfather had grumbled about it for two days the week before, angry.

For about two hours she’d observed her captors, memorizing their names, faces and habits. None of them were wearing masks anymore, so she’s rather sure they do not intend to release her at all. Judging from their frustration, they might have made contact with her grandfather already. He’d probably refused their demands. That would have been about thirty minutes ago. She’s not entirely certain how they got past her tight security, but she suspects they may have been watching her for a while now. Her thoughts lead back to the slick, handsome President Jin. He’d been circling her like a vulture, slowly closing in on her, hungry for her money and power. She was no fool, she knew his intent since the moment he’d approached her grandfather at a soirée he’d hosted months ago. He hadn’t noticed her then, but she had been standing a few feet from where he’d stood, speaking with silver-tongue eloquence to her beloved grandfather. She’d kept an eye on him since then, wary of his connections.

She shakes her head a bit, trying to clear it. This is not conductive to her present predicament. In fact, she’s sure President Jin isn’t behind this. Thought the Japanese had been very effective in kidnapping her, they’d barely been able to do much else. Had President Jin been behind this, Aeshin is positive more machinations and movements would be taking place. She’s sure she’s in Suwon, about an hour from Seoul; at the complex stolen from an infamous Korean-Japanese Oyabun. If her grandfather doesn’t get here first, from what the men are discussing, retaliation from the Musin Society isn’t too far off. It’s been nearly five hours since she’d been kidnapped, but nothing much has been happening among the gathering of armed men. They’re probably waiting for their boss. They haven’t harmed her, after all. They haven’t even spoken to her.

All of the men snap to attention when a tall, slim young Japanese man steps in. Aeshin watches him warily, wondering if they’ll get around to hurting her now. She’s been working on her bonds since she arrived and she’s positive she’ll be able to slip out of the tape they’d wrapped around her wrists. Aeshin had already broken the one around her ankles, and she’d tucked her legs underneath her to hide the fact. He walks right up to her as another man places a chair at his side. The man takes a seat, smiling pleasantly. “It’s a pleasure, you must be Lady Go Aeshin,” he says in only slightly accented Korean. “I apologize if my men treated you roughly.”

Aeshin decides to keep up the façade he’s attempting to put in play. If he wants to pretend like they’re at a luncheon and not a kidnapping, she’ll be able to draw him into conversation and waste time. Her grandfather has likely already mobilized people to save her. She just needs to stay alive until then. “I have not been harmed by your men,” she says, looking at the gathered Japanese gangsters in their cheap suits and sunglasses. She shrugs one shoulder elegantly, sounding unconcerned. “All things considered, I am well.”

“Ah,” the young Japanese man says, slapping Aeshin across the cheek without warning. Aeshin bites back the yelp of pain, exhaling slowly from her nose. “I forgot to say. I’m Mori Takashi. Please be formal when you speak to me.”

Aeshin blinks, realizing she’d spoken informally and wonders if Mori Takashi has something of an inferiority complex. Deciding it best to keep his violence to a minimum, she gracefully obeys. “I apologize; I did not know you were a person of such high standing.” Aeshin lowers her gaze demurely, her expression unchanging as the tape on her wrists loosens. Takashi is watching her carefully and she hopes he cannot see the sweat beading on her brow. Her hands shake slightly in anger. No man has ever laid a hand on her and this little mafia boss dares… It takes every ounce of her self control to avoid sweeping the chair out from under him.

Mori Takashi laughs in the face of her poise, somewhat impressed by her levelheaded responses. “My men have called your grandfather,” he says, gauging her reaction. “It seems he’s a very hard-hearted man. He told them he’d never negotiate with people like us.”

Aeshin, having expected such a response, says nothing. She has been kidnapped at least on three different occasions, and every single time, her grandfather had refused to cooperate with the kidnappers. Instead, he made hell rain on them by mobilizing his entire sphere of influence. Lord Go Sahong is more fearsome than many people believe him to be. However, it seems that this time, his rescue is taking much longer than usual. Mori Takashi smirks in the face of her silence.

“He must not love you very much,” he casually blurts, perhaps hoping to get a rise out of her. He’d have more luck slapping her again.

Aeshin sighs, wondering why all those who have kidnapped her think her grandfather doesn’t love her merely because he refuses to betray his principles to save her. “You have your answer,” she says, wondering why he’s keeping her alive and making conversation. “So then, what will you do?”

Mori Takashi smiles, grinning widely. “Because while your grandfather may refuse to pay for your freedom, you can surely pay for it yourself. I’ve been told you’re quite wealthy in your own right.” He gestures for something, and a man rushes to place a table and a laptop between them. Aeshin is pulled up to a chair, and she does her best to keep her ankles locked together, praying the tape won’t slip and let them know she’s free. The man pulls at the tape on her wrists, which Aeshin keeps a tight hold of. Seeing her still tied, they boot up the laptop and open a website. Her bank’s main webpage sits blaringly in front of her. Aeshin’s mind races, realizing they’ll try to convince her to wire the money to them, then most likely kill her. She’s seen their faces, after all. Whether she accepts or refuses to pay, she’ll wind up dead. Her eyes slide up to stare at the smiling Mori Takashi, who seems delighted. He’d seen the brief play of emotions on her face, though it hadn’t struck him as odd. The flash of panic had been enough to convince him he had her totally in the palm of his hands. Aeshin flexes her hands, counting the six armed men in the room and wondering how she can best attack to remain alive.

“So choose,” Mori Takashi says, pushing the laptop toward her. “Either you die, or you pay and I’ll let you go.” Aeshin stares hard at the screen, thinking fast.

Then, shots break out.

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President Jin and the Lady, ch 2

It doesn’t take long for President Jin to map out a battle plan against Go Aeshin. For all the bite and fierce temper, she is a creature of habit, just like everyone else. In order to seamlessly approach her, he studies her habits.

He buys the information wherever he can get it, studying her from varying angles in order to form the fullest picture. According to the servants in the house, she’s an early riser. Before she even has breakfast, she’s hopping onto the treadmill in the Go Family Estate indoor gym. She runs a full 3k before she takes a quick shower, dresses to the nines and eats with the family. Apparently, she’s among the few in the family in charge of corporate matters, going to their main office and tackling the administrative issues from an upper management position. Unlike most wealthy inheritors, Aeshin had begun her career in management from the bottom and climbed right up the ladder within the first three years. All of the workers there love and respect her, even the catty office women who usually talk smack about each other. This spotless record of behaviour is beginning to stink to President Jin, whose own record is just as squeaky clean... And equally unbelievable.

Her afternoons are her least predictable schedules. On occasion, she’ll invite the people under her command to dinner. She sometimes goes for coffee. Often enough, she goes to different kinds of gyms; rock climbing or even MMA, to name a few. There are days he cannot find her and none of the servants or workers know where it is she disappears to. She almost always goes for lunch at a nearby chicken soup place, where she talks with the young owner as though they are old friends. Her favourite coffee shop is only two blocks from her office and the place she buys her cigarettes is in Incheon. His favorite picture of her, taken by the private investigators, if of her at her coffee shop, studying something she brought from work as she sips on her second cup of coffee. He keeps it in his wallet.

With all of this information on hand, he begins the slow process of inserting himself into her life. Slowly, like the seamless crawl of a determined slug, he easily began to intrude upon the spaces she had staked her claim on. In the next few months, he made himself a regular face in her comfort zones at odd hours. He buys a small nearby building as an excuse to parade around the place. He visits her coffee shop early in the morning twice a week, avoiding her almost entirely. The chicken soup place earns his generous patronage on random days, usually just before she arrives or just after she leaves. He doesn’t call attention to himself or sit somewhere visible. Being in her background is the first part of his plan. The soup is actually fantastic, and he enjoys conversing with the witty owner, who introduced herself as Hongpa. Her husband is especially dear to President Jin, because the man always brings out makgeolli whenever he sees him and sits down for a drink. Even if Aeshin was not a part of the bargain, he’d have become a regular of this place.

He visits the people and businesses he knows in the neighbourhood, allowing himself to be seen outside by her whenever she drove past. He makes sure to strategically randomize his appearances, making it seem as natural as possible. It’s begun to drive his underlings mad. Even Mother, who normally tolerates his behaviour without asking any questions, has begun to doubt his intentions.

In his first excursion, at last setting out to run into Go Aeshin directly, he brings Park Jang-goon. The lanky youth’s disarming and chirpy nature would fool even the most suspicious of men into believing his lies. He’ll also function as a buffer, to dissuade Aeshin from thinking she’s unsafe. (She is, but that’s beside the point.) Jang-goon, of course, has absolutely no idea. The boy cannot lie decently to save his life.

They run into each other at the coffee shop, by Jang-goon miraculously stepping into her path as she sets out. Aeshin steps back in time to avoid bulldozing into the tall young man, showing impressive reflexes for a young woman of noble birth. She, however, burns her hand when the coffee splashes, scalding hot. President Jin ignores the twinge of blinding rage that makes his blood pump faster at the sight of her burned hand. He uses that feeling fuel his response, making him stammer and apologise as he offers his handkerchief with shaking hands. Aeshin realizes his identity before he can even look up at her eyes, saying a soft “ah”, before she greets him. “President Jin, hello. I did not expect to see you here.”

He looks up, genuine surprise on his face. With their last meeting, he had expected her to speak down to him or be rude. Instead, she’s being perfectly polite. It puzzles him exceedingly. “Lady Aeshin!” he says, gasping anew even as he ‘remembers’ himself and drops her hand, offering his handkerchief to her with both hands. “I apologise for my boy Jang-goon here. He’s a bit clumsy.”

Jang-goon gives Aeshin a devilish smirk, which always works with the ladies, but he’s never run up against a female of her calibre. Aeshin barely gives him a glance, most of her focus on President Jin. It does one well to watch the most dangerous predator, after all. She does, however, take his handkerchief.

“It’s alright,” she says, pulling her sunglasses off her head. She’s in a beautiful one piece today; a black dress that ends at her knees, overlaid with a cream coloured cashmere on her shoulders. Her cream heels are stark against her pale legs, and she’s wearing tasteful pieces of silver jewellery. Her hair is pulled back from her face, with several flyaway strands decorating her face; she looks chic and classy as she stands there, holding her cream clutch, phone and coffee. President Jin’s black handkerchief completes her ensemble. Jang-goon stares at this picture of a Vogue-model as she replaces the sunglasses on her face. “I’m in a bit of a rush today, so I cannot stay.” She says, sounding sincerely apologetic that she can’t stay to hear their dismay over her burnt hand.

“May I call you later, to make amends?” President Jin asks, delirious at the opportunity. Without hesitation, she hands him a business card she’d fished from her clutch.

“You may,” she says smilingly, and leaves both men staring at this Goddess of beauty and grace.

Jang-goon has the gall to say, in the silence of her adieu, “Is that why you’re haunting this place?”

President Jin slaps his arm, then the back of his head, before pulling him down to his eyelevel by the nape of his neck. “You burn or touch a hair on her body again, and I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”

Jang-goon wisely shuts up.

After a beat of silence as President Jin created a new contact on his phone, he hands Jang-goon the business card. “However possible, hack into this phone.” Jang-goon nods mutely, pocketing the number.

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President Jin and the Lady, Ch. 1

President Jin comes into the restaurant at exactly 12pm. He’s never been the punctual type, preferring instead to be a little fashionably late and have people waiting for him. It’s a power play he likes to do, for the sake of testing loyalties. However, he wants to make a good impression on this lady from the get-go. Rather than power plays, he prefers to cater to her instead. This way, once she’s his, he can take away that power later.

It’s about knowing when to pull and when to push. Especially with women who have the world at their feet. Lady Go Aeshin is among the few who is just as respected and as beloved as her grandfather. Going by popular opinion, she’s even more cherished, as she’s never been involved in politics and gives as much as she gets. She’s among the few women of her station and birth who gives to the poor and destitute on a regular basis. By reputation, she’s spotless, having never even been involved in a dating scandal even when she was young. There are rumors of an engagement with Assemblyman Kim’s grandson, but none have been concluded as true. She’s a blank sheet; a ripe fruit of temptation for President Jin, who cannot resist the urge to stain her completely black.

To his delight, she enters the outdoor section of the establishment dressed in a neat caramel pantsuit and a wine colored blouse. In such prim clothing, she looks even slimmer than before, with her legs going on for miles and ending in sharp points. Her heels are the same shade as her blouse, matching the earrings that flash like blood between her black tresses. Her hair is a mess of curls, falling around her shoulders and bouncing with her steps. She’s beautiful and it awakens a deep longing and a desire to own this rare and delightful jewel. She’d be the prize of his possessions if she was his. She’s trailed by an older woman in a white blouse and black skirt, probably her personal secretary or handmaiden. He exhales that last puff of smoke and puts out his cigarette, standing to greet her. With a brow raised, she disregards his handshake and merely nods her head imperiously, taking a seat in the opposite chair. President Jin smirks, bowing almost ironically as he puts his hands in his pockets. Lady Aeshin probably preferred he keep his hands to himself, instead of trying to commandeer hers. This show is slight rudeness mixed with perfect poise stirs his blood.

He wants her. He wants her bad.

He takes a seat, gesturing for the waiter to come take their order. He casually orders their most famous and expensive soup, barely skimming the menu. He also orders some drinks, hoping the alcohol would soothe her temper. Aeshin doesn’t even look at the menu, instead looking over at the waiter and saying. “I ordered over the phone. It’s under my name. Have my order ready.” The waiter, recognizing the famous Lady Go Aeshin, bows and scurries away. She glances at her watch and stares at President Jin with almost feral defiance. “You have ten minutes, conman. Make your point.”

President Jin affects a wounded expression, touching his hand to his heart. “You hurt me, my Lady. You don’t really believe I’m a conman, do you?”

Aeshin simply crosses her legs, taking out a brown cigarette and placing it in her mouth. President Jin isn’t surprised when at least three of his men jump with a lighter in their hands, but she only accepts the flame from the black zippo lighter offered by her companion. President Jin notes the woman has been glaring at him since the moment she arrived and sends her a genteel smile. Her offended sniff has him clenching his hands to avoid laughing uproariously. Aeshin exhales smoke between her ruby colored lips and it takes every ounce of President Jin’s self-control to stop himself from dominating this classy, fierce creature.

“You have nine minutes and you want to spend them fighting over technicalities?” she asks, her lips curling upwards. There’s something sharp in her eyes that’s making his pulse jump and race. She leans forward, revealing porcelain skin and the hint of breasts hidden beneath the loose-fitting blouse. “The numbers don’t lie, conman. Though I must say, whoever designed your program is a genius. What was his name again?” She looks at her companion, who promptly supplies Jang-goon’s name. “Yes, Park Jang-goon… he’s talented.”

She’s testing the water, poking at his temper to see if he’ll bite. There are not many people in the world that would dare do such a thing to him. Many look at him as they would a gangster, but they know enough of his reputation to avoid offending him. He has, after all, gotten away from the law enough that people suspect he has a web of people in office at his beck and call. This woman, however, doesn’t fear him at all. It makes him short of breath, this feeling of being hunted by a lioness worth her salt.

“Indeed. I am very lucky to be surrounded by many talented and creative people. It’s part of what’s made me so successful.” He says, this time unwilling to waste his time on fighting over something that means nothing to him. As his alcohol arrives, he offers to pour her a drink. Aeshin shakes her head, claiming to have driven herself here, and refuses. He shoots a look at her companion, clearly wondering if he should call out her lie, before deciding it’s best to pick his battles wisely. “It’s my firm belief that it’s people who make power. If you do not have talented people, you cannot wield power.”

Aeshin watches him through the smoke of her cigarette, and his nose twitches as he detects the scent of vanilla in the smoke. He’d never pegged her for someone who would smoke flavored cigarettes. “So, like King Taejo of Joseon, you amass great talent to yourself for power,” she says ponderously, her words as sharp as a blade. “How approximate.” Like a shot, it strikes the heart of his flowery lies, leaving them bleeding as he wonders how to best flip the table in his favor. She smiles, pointing at him with the hand holding the cigarette. “Let’s hope that talent really is yours.”

President Jin blinks, surprised by the unexpected blow. He has heavy faith in the people working under him, as they cannot betray him as long as their operation is incomplete. He wonders, however, if that is incentive enough. He stares at this beautiful woman, who has shaken his beliefs to his core, and wishes even more feverishly to brand her as his own. “What would you suggest, then, buys loyalty?”

Aeshin puts out her cigarette on the ashtray on the table, leaning back languorously. She watches him with veiled eyes, as though seeing all of him in a single glance. Her eyes are assessing, but there’s an appreciative light in her gaze that makes President Jin’s reach for his own cigarettes. Before his men can take out a lighter, Aeshin has leaned entirely across the table, offering a lighter of her own for him. As he exhales to the side to avoid blowing smoke in her face, she plucks the cigarette from his lips. She takes a long drag, and then drops it back into his mouth. He can taste her on the filter, but he says nothing as she sits back. She exhales, still silent in the face of his question, and he realizes he’s lost this round. Her take-out order arrives at the table, and she rises. The proprietor himself has come out to greet her, clearly familiar and happy to see her.

She answers his question before leaving, nodding her head in goodbye. “There are things that cannot be bought with money nor cut with a sword. I wonder, is loyalty one of them?” She click-clacks her way out, leaving him to stew in his own thoughts. He lost the moment he’d allowed her to pick a place and time. However, the cigarette on the table gives him an idea. He covers a smirk with his hand, watching her go and hoping she’ll enjoy this victory. It’ll be her last.

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President Jin and the Lady

President Jin runs his fingers along the edge of the table, marveling at the exquisite taste of his host. He has met many wealthy people, friends and associates during his life, so he’s learned to recognize real taste when he sees it. The feeling of wealth is muted and refined, classy and subtle. This person belongs to old money and has been blessed with a golden spoon in his mouth. He feels the ever-present jealousy he’s always felt toward the rich, along with genuine admiration. Assemblyman Go Sahong inherited his money, but he’s among the few who amassed an even greater fortune through good deeds, investment and smart business choices. He’s also incredibly well-respected by everyone and a household name for all that is fair and honest in politics. If Assemblyman Go, affectionately called “Lord Go”, joined hands with his company, he’d have twice as many investors. All he needs is to find a way to compel him to invest or become an associate.

Lord Go, however, is proving to be tricky. They’d shared dinner two weeks ago, and it’s only due to tradition that the elder had invited him today. President Jin had expected lunch alone to cajole Lord Go, but his daughter-in-law had joined them and had spent the entire afternoon steering the conversation out of his grip with frightening ease. His granddaughter had also joined them, disappointing President Jin. He’d heard tales of her beauty and brains, to the point it was said she was the main inheritor of her grandfather’s assets. But so far, all he saw was a heavily made-up young woman with zero taste for fine things. In the sudden silence that befell the table, Lord Go turns to his daughter-in-law.

“And Aeshin?” He asks, speaking up for the first time in hours. President Jin looks up curiously as the lady looks at her watch, and then at Lord Go.

“She should be home soon,” the woman replies, “she’s finishing her… lessons.”

That pause plucks at President Jin’s predatory instincts, especially when the young woman introduced as Aesoon seems displeased with the topic. An elderly servant comes in, bowing to those at the table.

“Lady Aeshin has arrived, sir,” he announces, stepping aside for a young woman in a black suit over a sheer black dress and silver heels. She’s glorious, tossing her wavy black hair over her shoulder as she sweeps with casual grace into the dining room. Unlike Aesoon, this young woman glows with natural beauty; her skin is perfectly smooth, her lips a soft peach color and her darks eyes framed by long lashes. Like her grandfather, there’s a muted sense of innate wealth that wreathes her like a second skin, despite her simple clothes. Her gaze slides across the room, before they land on her grandfather. She bows elegantly at both elders, greeting them in a contralto voice so rare in women her age.

“Good afternoon,” she says, before she smiles prettily at her cousin. Aesoon nods stiffly, turning back to her meal. Aeshin looks at President Jin, who grins roguishly. She dismisses him with her gaze, looking back at her grandfather and awaiting introduction. President Jin appreciates her fine figure, especially when he notes that her slender arms are more toned than they seem.

“This is my granddaughter, Aeshin,” the note of pride in the old man’s voice is unmistakable. “Aeshin, this is President Jin Hyunpil of One Network. Greet him.”

Aeshin now turns her body to face him and smiles pleasantly. She bows, the picture of a young lady, and says with the perfect pitch of her voice. “I’m Go Aeshin,” she introduces herself, “I have heard much about you from my grandfather.”As she rises, there’s an almost predatory light in her eyes, startling President Jin. There’s something threatening in her eyes, enough for the President of One Network to consider pulling out of this idea. Lord Go seemed gullible enough, but his granddaughter has enough wits to consider him a threat. Aeshin says one last thing before she excuses herself to wash up. “You’re more handsome than I thought,” she says conversationally, drawing a sharp stare from her grandfather. Her aunt easily takes up the conversation again, wholly unbothered by the non sequitur Aeshin had dropped on her way out. Aesoon participates this time, saying the most inane things about fashion and the weather.

President Jin realizes there’s something wrong in the water, noticing a little late that he might have thought he was the shark among fishes, only to realize he was the fish among sharks. He’d let his guard down, thinking only Lord Go would be his enemy in this house. The meal ends without him being able to bring up the purpose of his visit, and he’d walked out by the two ladies and the elderly servant. Just as he exits the front doors en route to his car, a vision in white is among the trees and bushes on the driveway. Aeshin herself is walking a footpath that emerges from the side of the house. She’s wearing a sheer white, overlarge dress shirt and simple sneakers. Aeshin straightens as she sees him, before smiling and bowing in greeting. He watches her for a moment, before stepping toward her, waving away his driver.

“It was a pleasure meeting you,” he says, extending his hand for a handshake.

Her eyes are sharp and intelligent, as thought she can see right through him. She reaches her hand out, clasping his in a strong grip There are strange calluses on her hands, and she speaks softly. “Did you know? A handshake was originally invented as a way to show someone you were not carrying a weapon.” She remarks, looking at their hands, before her eyes slide upwards in a distinctly threatening stare. “Are you holding a weapon, President Jin?”

He smirks. He may not target Lord Go, but this little slip of a girl has captured his attention in a way he’d never thought a woman ever could. “You’ll have to see,” he challenges. “Meet me again.”

She lets go of his hand, but he doesn’t let her pull back. Aeshin gives him a considering look before testing his grip. He holds fast. “Two weeks from now, Tuesday, at twelve pm, Hadongkwan.” She says simply, and he lets her go. She turns from him and he admires her openly as she walks away. He may not catch Lord Go, but he could certainly try to catch that fine woman.

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