Ahn Cho Hyun's office was a place of luxury and minimalism. As she pushed open the pristine, glass-paneled door, it revealed a world of elegance and expense.
The room was filled with soft, natural light from floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city skyline. White marble floors shone, reflecting the light. The ivory walls had a few tasteful pieces of art.
Her large, polished white marble desk was the focal point. It was spotless except for a vase of fresh lilies, adding a light fragrance. The high-tech computer on the desk matched the room's sleek design.
A white leather couch on one side offered a spot for relaxation or meetings. In front of it, a simple coffee table held a tray with fine teas and porcelain cups.
Ahn Cho Hyun's office reflected her taste, minimal yet luxuriously pretty. It was a place where she focused on business, tackling challenges with focus and sharp mind, making decisions with a commitment to success.
She stepped into her office, her white leather heels gliding silently across the marble floor. The soft click of the door closing behind her echoed in the room, sealing her in.
With a graceful motion, she unslung her designer bag from her shoulder and placed it gently on a gleaming white side table. The bag, bore the an undeniable sign of luxury.
Her movements were careful as she approached her desk. She opened the top drawer and retrieved a set of neatly organized folders, each labeled and perfectly in place.
Sitting down in her plush white leather chair, she crossed one long, slim leg over the other, the epitome of poise. Her fingers, with fine jewelry, moved gracefully over the keyboard of her computer. The room's calm atmosphere surrounded her as she worked on spreadsheets, reports, and emails.
Outside the windows, the city's hustle and bustle seemed to fade away, leaving her in a cocoon of focused concentration.
As she worked, the soft hum of the air conditioning provided a soothing backdrop, and the scent of lilies from the vase on her desk filled the room.
Little did Ahn Cho Hyun knows, In a dimly lit, hushed corner of another, faraway office, three employees had gathered, their voices subdued yet brimming with resentment and frustration. They engaged in a secret conversation, sharing anecdotes about their formidable boss, her, Ahn Cho Hyun.
As they huddled closer, their faces bathed in the soft glow of computer screens, they whispered tales of her annoying perfectionism. "You know how she never tolerates even the tiniest mistakes? It's frustrating!" one employee hissed.
Another chimed in with a sigh, "She treats every project as if it's a matter of life and death."
One employee on the left nodded and added, "Let me tell you, it's absolutely frustrating how she never, and I mean never, allows even the most minuscule of errors to slip by. It's as though she possesses a radar for imperfections more accurate than a NASA satellite tracking a meteor! I swear, she approaches each project as if the fate of humanity hangs in the balance. It's not just intense, it's seriously overwhelming! Every misplaced comma or slightly off-color font seems capable of triggering an end-of-the-world scenario in her eyes. It's an absolute rollercoaster of emotions for me! and I'm simply waiting for the day she starts treating a paper jam like it's the Armageddon of office supplies!"
Another employee chimed in, "I know! I can't believe Ms. Ahn. she's like, super detail-oriented. I mean, they can spot a misplaced decimal point from across the room. It's like they have some kind of X-ray vision for design drawings. Sometimes I feel like I'm working with a laser-guided missile system, they're so precise!
"Oh, I totally get what you mean! It's like watching a maestro at work, orchestrating a symphony of pixels and vectors. Ms. Ahn's attention to detail is on another level - it's like she has a hawk's eye for spotting the tiniest things. I swear, there must be a magnifying glass hidden in every pixel she inspects!" Employee Mina exclaimed, rolling her eyes.
Their conversation then shifted towards Ahn Cho Hyun's OCD. "Her desk is always super clean," one employee noted, shaking their head in disbelief. "I've heard she personally dusts it every morning before anyone else arrives."
As their discussion continued, it took a more venomous tone. They spoke of her arrogance, recalling moments when she had summarily dismissed their ideas without a second thought. "She behaves as though she possesses all the knowledge in the universe," one employee muttered, hate dripping from her voice.
"You wouldn't believe how she is about keeping everything perfectly organized," Mina said, shaking her head. "It's like she has a sixth sense for dust particles. She's constantly wiping down surfaces and rearranging things. It's a little intense, but I guess it's her way of keeping things in order but sometimes, it's a bit too much.."
Together, they described Ahn Cho Hyun as a strict perfectionist, obsessed with cleanliness, a bit of a know-it-all, and a force to be feared when provoked.
One employee leaned in, their eyes narrowing, and said, "Have you all seen it, right? Her fixation on perfection is driving us all to the brink. It's as though nothing we do can ever meet her standards."
Another vigorously nodded in agreement, "And her obsession with tidiness! Have you ever noticed how her office is consistently spotless? It's as if she's allergic to dirty things!"
In this dark place, their complaints united them, making their shared frustration stronger. They painted a clear picture of Ahn Cho Hyun as someone who always needs things perfect, loves cleanliness, knows everything, and is not someone you want to anger.
They had gathered in a quiet corner, their earlier friendship now replaced by a strong feeling of tension. The dim room added to the sense of secrecy, while the soft light from the computer screens illuminated their faces in an unsettling way.
As they leaned in closer, their quiet voices shared their discontent and frustration about Ahn Cho Hyun. They talked about her perfectionism and how she couldn't accept even small mistakes. "It's infuriating!" one employee said with a sigh. "She treats every project like it's a life-or-death situation," another added, also sighing.
But as they shared their complaints, the room felt colder, and a heavy silence fell over them. The employees glanced at the entrance, their faces filled with fear, and that's when they saw him.
Ahn Sungmin, Ahn Cho Hyun's older brother, stood in the doorway. He was a stark contrast to his sister's threat, exuding dominance that made them uneasy. The room felt smaller with his presence, and tension filled the air.
With an unsettling calm, Ahn Sungmin smiled warmly, his voice soothing and comforting. The employees, surprised, felt as if they were in the presence of an angel in disguise, with his smile, they can imagine a hallow on his head seeing how angelic he is, a kind savior here to protect them from their office struggles.
But as they dared to speak, the room grew colder, the tension pressing down on them like a heavy blanket. Ahn Sungmin's eyes, once seemingly warm, turned into dark pools that seemed to look right into their souls. The atmosphere changed from false comfort to a frightening realization that they had been caught in a web of lies.
"Hello there," his voice, initially gentle, turned sinister as he spoke, each word filled with anger. "I see you've been discussing my sister, Cho Hyun," he said, his tone dripping with hatred, sending shivers down their spines.
The employees exchanged panicked glances, their previous confidence now reduced to trembling doubt. They had believed Ahn Sungmin to be an ally, but they were wrong.
Ahn Sungmin's smile stayed firm, but it no longer brought comfort—it had become the grin of a hunter playing with its prey. He continued, "My sister's reputation is important to me, and I despise those who dare to tarnish her name."
In that moment, they realized there was nothing more dangerous than a wolf hiding as a lamb, a sinister figure hiding under a mask of warmth and charm. Ahn Sungmin had not come to rescue them but to establish his control with a cruelty beyond their worst nightmares.
Their voices fell into a tense silence, the weight of Ahn Sungmin's disapproval leaving them paralyzed. He continued, his tone growing darker. "I hope you understand the consequences of your actions. In my world, reputation is crucial, and I can make sure you never find a job again, no matter where you look."
The employees, overwhelmed and trembling, stood in silent dread, realizing the true extent of their peril.
But Ahn Sungmin was not done. He wanted them to understand how serious their wrongdoings were and the danger they now faced. His once soothing voice had become a weapon of intimidation, hanging in the air like a storm.
"You dared to believe you could chatter away, hidden in your pitiful corner," he began, his eyes ablaze with unrelenting intensity. "Your grave miscalculation will lead to severe consequences."
The employees, paralyzed by fear, felt as though they stood before a relentless predator. Ahn Sungmin's lips twisted into a sinister smirk as he continued.
"In your naivety, you believed I was an ally, a savior sent to protect you from my sister's reign. How pitifully wrong you were. I am no protector, I am the bringer of your ruin." He added, "Want me to try it?"
His words hung in the air like a blade. The room had grown colder, the weight of his words crushing their hopes.
"Your delusion that you can escape unscathed is laughable," he sneered, his gaze piercing their very souls"I will ensure your careers are ruined. No employer will welcome you, no corporation will extend its hand."
The three employees, their confidence shattered, stood on the edge of professional ruin, facing Ahn Sungmin's wrath.
As he turned and walked away, the employees remained frozen, their minds comprehending what just happened. They'd crossed the line, stumbled into a viper's nest, and now faced Ahn Sungmin's anger.
After the chilling encounter, the corner they were chattering felt colder, a reminder of their actions. They had learned a harsh lesson that day, one that would haunt them for years to come.
It did happened as what Ahn Sungmin threatened. After the unforgettable encountered, they got fired suddenly and they were powerless, all they can do was to forcefully obligated. Ahn Sungmin's influence extended far beyond the office walls, casting a shadow over their futures. They knew escaping his reach was nearly impossible, trapped in a web of their own making.
"Mr. Ahn, we're so grateful for this opportunity," the lead employee stammered, clutching a worn folder. "We know you're a busy man, but we've been trying for months to-"
Ahn Sungmin barely glanced up from his phone, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Months? You're lucky it only took months. Some people wait years for a chance like this."
His words were a sharp jab, leaving the employees cringing under his gaze. "We've been reflecting on our actions," one employee continued, voice trembling, "and we're truly sorry for the mistakes we made. We just want your forgiveness."
Ahn Sungmin finally looked up, his eyes cold and calculating. "Forgiveness? That's a funny word. You think forgiveness is a vending machine? You put in your apology coins and out pops forgiveness? No, it doesn't work that way."
The employees exchanged nervous glances, their hopes dwindling with each passing moment. "We're begging you, Mr. Ahn," another one pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "We're willing to do anything to make things right."
Ahn Sungmin leaned back in his chair, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Anything? Hmm, interesting. But you see, forgiveness isn't something you can buy or earn. It's a gift, and I haven't decided if I'm feeling generous today."
He leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Remember, forgiveness is a privilege, not a right. And let me tell you, you're not exactly in a position to bargain."
They walked out of the office, heads bowed, their dreams shattered. They'd been so sure that an apology would be enough, that he would see their remorse. But he hadn't. He'd just smiled, that cold, cruel smile, and they knew it was over. They were done.
And as they walked away, they couldn't shake the feeling that they'd been naive. They'd thought he was just a soft, goofy and angelic man, someone they could reason with. But he wasn't. He was a wolf, and they'd been foolish enough to think they could tame him. Now they knew the truth, a wolf, even when it's wearing a suit, is still a wolf. And a wolf never forgets.