Ji Eun's car glided through morning traffic like a blade through silk. Outside the tinted windows, the city moved as usual with people rushing, horns blaring, sunlight catching on steel towers, but inside, the air around her felt...
Sharpened.
Focused.
Cold.
She sat perfectly upright in the back seat, tablet balanced on her knee, scrolling through articles and market commentary with a detached calm that hid the storm underneath. Hyun Woo's name was everywhere now.
Park Hyun Woo.
Next Group.
CEO.
Scandal.
Song Heiress.
A week ago, those headlines would've sounded like the plot of someone else's drama. Now, they were her reality. She tapped a screen capture and sent it to her private folder labeled:
WEAK POINTS.
Her lips curved faintly. Not a smile, but in a promise.
You want control? I'll show you what chaos looks like.
She leaned her head back, eyes half-lidded, and pictured the next wave: investors uneasy, partners cautious, board members whispering. Nothing illegal. Nothing sloppy. Just pressure applied in the right places...
Social pressure.
Reputation pressure.
The kind that made powerful men blink.
She didn't believe in invisible bindings. She didn't believe in curses disguised as tradition. She believed in leverage. And she was going to use it.
"Miss," the driver said carefully, "we're almost at your office."
Ji Eun's gaze lifted.
"Good," she replied decisively. "Let's work."