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I sigh-

Today is too much work.

Files , meetings, more projects, cases are pending to look at.

As a lawyer in this city- ugh kinda renowned lawyer...or kind of doing good and best in my field, its pressurised way too much.

I rub my forehead, frustrated–

Cause today, one of the most wanted criminals by the justice system sits before me in my office.

THE JEON

Godfather of country's most influential mafia- He runs underworld.

Media abuzz with stories about him , the businesses he employs to launder his money.

"You're the best, aren't you? So get me out of this mess, and my guys will let you live" the man says- nonchalantly.Blowing a cloud of heavy smoke as he sits across from me with a dirty smug face.

I roll my eyes internally. Putting my professional face.As working with criminals is not my so called dream. "Umm..I can't sir, I don't um work with your type of guys" i say in my most polite- professional tone.

His eyes narrow- jaw firm.

Slowly

The man beside him leans forward.Waves the smoke swirling infront of him "You don't work with my type? What's that mean?" He asks, raise an eyebrow, nerdy look on his face with a creepy smile.

"And who are you?" I ask calmly

"Oh, Im Wooshik, boss's manager" he extends his hand to me and smiling.

Weird.

I stare at him. Firm.

I don't do handshakes- especially not with the criminals.

The dangerous man beside him- flicks his cigarette on floor "You're a lawyer, aren't you?" His voice deep- firm.

The weirdo withdraws his hand slowly- Gulp and shirnk back on chair.

Good.

But the man beside him. Firm, cold— steady  "You work with everyone - the good, the bad, and the ugly. Now, don't be picky, princess"

I clench my jaw- the nickname, what does he think of himself.

I take a breath. "Excuse me , sir. But please Mind your language. And im Sorry but You may leave now." I point at the exit.

I know all my colleagues are out there and trying to listen everything.

As this people - scares the whole office when he came in here.

He exhales- eyes dark. Unbothered at my attempt to assert control "Oh, I've touched a nerve, hm?"

He leans- slow , lazy.

"You see, in my world, I don't take orders from anyone. And you, my dear, are no exception" voice low "If you want to live, you should play by my rules, not yours."

I frown- whats he trying to mean"oh , and What are those rules?" I ask him confidently, but my heart races-

His eyes glint.

Gaze roaming over my face then—

To my chest.

Like undressing me with eyes "My rules? Simple" his voice low firm.

Eyes lock on my chest. "Do as I say, when I say. No backtalk or disobedience" Then his eyes move up, Lock with mine "You're the best, right? Then prove it. Get me out of this and you'll handsomely rewarded"

I grit my teeth.

Grip my pen tight— prevent myself to throw it at him. "You know sir, you cant buy everyone with money. So please leave" i say calmly and look back at my laptop.

Continue my pending works..

Snort-

I look up.

That weirdo pressing his lips tight, like controlling his laugh.

The man beside him — firm and steady.

The men behind them give a smug look. clearly amused by something "No one can buy you, huh? Well, let's put that to the test, shall we?" One leans, smoke from cigarette swirling around."We only not just deal in money, we can give you anything you want, if you're willing to play along"

I smirk- such bastards, "I don't take offers from such mediocre guys so.. please leave." I look in the screen and typing on my laptop.

Jeon laughs, low deep, menacing— "Mediocre? Now that's funny. Maybe you don't realise who I'm!"

I don't respond but i can see, He leans closer, his smirk cruel. "Let me tell you something. You're here because you're good at whatever you do" he waves his hand dismissively "And I need that. So drop the attitude and let's have a grown-up conversa—" *RING*

My phone rings loudly "one sec" i gesture my finger to stop his shits-

His eyebrow raises, He leans back, take another drag from his cigarette, i pick up the call— its my fiancé."Hello, Hm yeah baby" i say in hushed tone. But from corner , I can see the man's eyes on me, mixture of curiosity and irritation on his face as he smokes -

I smile Micheal remind me about our dinner date. "No baby . Ofcourse i didn't forget that. hm yeah bye love you." I hang up the call quickly and look up, He is still here, watching me—a frown on his face. He takes a long drag from his cigarette.

"Who was that?" his voice low , sharp.

I frown- why does he care about this, "My fiance" its slipped out, and look back at my laptop.

"Fiance, huh?" he says, takes another drag from his cigarette "And who might this fiance of yours be?"

Now he's getting on my nerves, Why tf he cares about it- i close my eyes  "its none of your concern. So put your file here and please leave" i continue my work.

A dark chuckles echos—My heart races-

"Sorry, but you're not getting rid of me that easily. Tell me who your fiance is, maybe i could help that guy or something"

I stop typing, look up- i know what kind of man he is and i don't want any unnecessary drama in my life.

He leans forward, staring me with unwavering gaze.

This much unprofessionalism i have never done in my entire life, i grit my teeth. "He ..um he's a well known businessman"

He rolls his eyes, gesturing for me to continue. "That's hardly a revelation" he scoffs- take another drag from his cigarette "Everyone and their mother is a fucking businessman these days. I know dozens myself. Narrow it down a bit"

How much arrogant he can be more. Does he feels like he's God or owner of everything. "Michael Scott"

His eyebrow raises "Michael Scott, huh...?" He smirks "Hmm, I've heard of him. Owns a few businesses, right? Big name in corporate world, but not quite in my league"

I gulp nervously- i didn't do correct by telling his name, now getting inferior by his superiority. "Why would you care. Its nothing to do with you, You can leave now" i say firmly.

His eyes firm at me.

Silence stretches

"You're quite the feisty one, aren't you?"I gulp- He takes another drag from his cigarette "Now, tell me about this fiance of yours. You're marrying him, after all. I wanna know what kind of guy he is"

I glare him "stay in your limits, mister. And why do you care huh. Are you interested in guys?" I scoff-

The weirdo laughs "Boss, interested in guys? Now that's funny"

The man glares at him.

I know what type of person he is- so i keep my mouth shut and choose to ignore him and work on my files and papers.

He watches for a moments, taking drags after drags from cigarette. After a few moments, he clears his throat "You're quite workaholic, Ignoring me- so you can do some shitty files?"

I sigh- frustration spilling over "Look mister . I told you to leave your file and the case data here, then I'll inform you about everything and you can leave now"

He rolls his eyes, jaw clench "You become more annoying. But I leave For now. But don't keep me waiting too long" He extinguishes his cigarette and stands, make his way towards the door, and step out. I sigh in relief-

My office visibly tenses as Jeon leaves with his entourage of burly, well-armed men. Some employees shrink back in their seats, their eyes following the group's every movement. The men with him are all tall, broad-shouldered, and armed. They are intimidating to look at - the kind of bodyguards a powerful criminal to have. They follow their boss out of the office, footsteps heavy and intimidating.

I huff lean back- his red file on my desk . As much i don't want to look through it but i couldn't help but take the file. I open it, the first thing i notice is a black-and-white photograph of him. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, with short brown hair and greying at the sides. His face angular, with a permanent frown, as if everything in the world is below him. Under the photo, in bold, black letter word: JEON

Then a mess of photos, documents, and other pieces of evidence. Looking through the many photos, it is easy to see that Jeon is quite the criminal mastermind. He is suspected of having affiliations with many gangs and mob groups, his fingers in many different illegal businesses. He is the infamous leader of "JJK" - a criminal empire spanning across multiple cities.

The file contains meticulous records of criminal activity, money laundering transactions, and organized crime deals. There are pages upon pages of detailed documents, all pointing towards Jeon's criminal empire. The evidence against him is damning, and it's clear that he has a vast underground network operating under the radar, from drug trafficking to money laundering, and everything in between. Alongside the documents are photos of Jeon with his men, pictures of his various properties and businesses, and news articles about his various crimes over the years.

The Photos of illegal businesses, bank statements with mysterious transactions, newspaper articles with headlines about the various crimes he has committed. it's a complete archive of his empire. The documents are organized into different sections.

I read the file, the scope and reach of Jeon's criminal activities truly sinks in. Human trafficking, drugs, alcohol, prostitution, weapons, murder, and much more - the man's rap sheet is endless. The fact that he has evaded arrest for this long is mind-boggling...

It not only includes his illegal business dealings but also mentions his personal life - multiple affairs, criminal relationships, and even his connections to other crime families around the world. This file is a goldmine that could ruin him if it fell into the wrong hands.

I read further- it becomes clear that his criminal empire is vast and well-protected. His influence extends to law enforcement, government officials, and even the judicial system itself. The evidence against Jeon is overwhelming, and the chances of winning this case seem almost impossible. It's near impossible to come up with a valid defense in court. The evidence against him is solid and would likely guarantee a lifetime in prison.

My mind races with the implications of accepting this case. The danger, the risk, the consequences of both winning and losing. It's a tough decision indeed.Im deeply engrossed in the contents of the file— *Ring*  my phone breaking the silence. Unknown number on the screen, who's now calling at this hour. I pick up the call "Hello?.."

There's silence on the other end—"You're a night owl, Princess?"

It's Jeon, his voice smooth slightly amused.

I gulp-  "Why are you calling me right now,.?"

There's pause—"Can't a man call his lawyer at night? Just wanted to check, if you've read my file yet" a hint of sarcasm in his voice "Besides, I wanted to hear your lovely voice before bed"

"Listen sir. Um i have read your file. And i must say your reputation is quite not pleasurable."

Pause on the line- except deep breaths.

"If you're expect pleasant reputation in my line of work, you're gonna be sorely disappointed, sweetheart" his tone holding no anger or irritation "Pleasures are for ordinary people. I deal in power, money, and fear."

I close my eyes  "So it would be better if you could hire some other lawyer. Cause its quite difficult for me to handle this case ,also for you to win this case." 

There's pause- only deep breaths are coming, why He is quiet all of a sudden

"I don't want other lawyer to take this case."  amusement in his voice died "And I'm not interested in just winning this case. I want the best representation possible- to humiliate those prosecutors and make them regret ever going against me"

I gulp- He pause- i can hear grunts coming behind him. "And I want you to take my case, You're the best, and I don't settle for anything less than the best"

I can't deal with this man anymore "Im sorry sir, Im not available for this case . I can give you the numbers of my juniors, they can surely assist yo—"

"Your juniors?" He spats  "I don't want any damn 'juniors,' I want you- You're the only person can handle this case, and I'm not taking no for an answer, Princess."

I grit my teeth "Sir please first of all stop calling me princess, its unprofessional and not ethical. And secondly im not interested to work with you. I hope you can understand now" i say and gather up my stuff to leave for home.

He scoffs, "Ethics, huh?— I call you whatever I want. And you'll work with me. I'm not above threatening you, so Don't make me do anything you'll regret."

I stop- by his words threats are clear."Are you threatening me huh?" I ask "Im not gonna work with you, What you will do huh?"

Deep breaths on the other end.

Silence stretches.

"You think I'm joking? you think, I don't have the power to make your life a living hell?" His voice cold- intense "Don't test me—You won't like the consequences."

I gulp- my heart races-

Im sweating purposely,

Yells,  grunts at the background —

"You think your fiancé, Mr. high-and-mighty, can protect you?" He asks,  voice low intense "Would be a shame if something happened to your family?"

My heart sinks —

Pause on the other side, except heavy breaths.

"So, I suggest you reconsider your decision and work with me, if you don't want to find out what hell looks like"

I grip my desk- terror forming, Anger- fear creeps in "Y-Yeah ofcourse what i can even except from a criminal like you?" I try to keep my voice calm "But you know what i have seen much more like you, So stop wasting your time to threaten me ,it would be better if you could just try to save your criminal ass"

"YOU LITTLE‐-"I quickly cut the call– My heart pounding— what I've bought myself into.

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