Gold Seat
"Choi Minjae!"
Mr. Choi's furious voice thundered through the living room as he glared at his youngest daughter. Minjae stood opposite him, arms folded tightly against her chest, her own glare unwavering.
"What?" she scoffed mockingly. "Did I say something wrong? Do you hate me even more now that I know the secret you all swore your lives to keep?"
She dropped the thin file she was holding onto the table.
"I honestly thought it was a lie at first," she continued, her eyes darting from face to face.
"I thought... even if my family hated me, they wouldn't go that far. But it seems I underestimated just how deep that hatred runs."
"Minjae-ah…" her mother called tiredly, her voice trembling.
"Please… just stop." Tears filled Mrs. Kim's eyes. She was exhausted, worn down by the endless arguments. But Minjae had no intention of stopping.
"Grandfather willed the organization to me!," Minjae snapped. "Out of everyone around him, he chose me. Not even his own son."
A small, disbelieving smirk curved her lips.
"And what did Father do?" she continued coldly. "He hid it from me… then handed it over to my sister. So now I'm the bad guy for asking back what already belongs to me?"
"Enough!" Min-Sol finally stepped in.
"You know now! We admit it, the organization was willed to you. But was it really then necessary to shut down the construction project that had been going on for over a month now? Do you have any idea how long it took me to secure that deal?!"
Her voice cracked, not from rage, but disappointment. She knew her sister would go to extreme lengths to prove a point, but this… this was too much.
"I don't care how long it took," Minjae replied coolly.
"I guess i just needed to flex my authority a little. Watching everyone follow my orders, even when you're the official chair woman, made me realize something."
She laughed bitterly.
"That i was the only fool in the dark. Everyone else knew. Everyone, except me. Cast aside by my own family."
She turned fully toward Min-Sol.
"Maybe I wouldn't have been so surprised if this was Father's doing alone," Minjae said quietly.
"But you?" She tilted her head slightly. "Don't you think you're being a little too greedy?"
"What…?" Min-Sol breathed.
"Of course Father would hand all his assets to you, his one and only favorite daughter," Minjae continued calmly.
"But even the single company Grandpa left me… you wanted that too?"
Min sol eyes hardened.
"Do you realize that company was never meant for our family alone? That in the wrong hands, everything we have could be stripped away."
"So I'm the 'wrong hand,' and you're the 'right' one?" Minjae let out a soft, humorless laugh.
"I'm supposed to be grateful that you've been warming my seat and running my company on my behalf?"
She clapped slowly, mock applause filling the room. "Fine. I'll admit it, you've done a great job, Truly. Now step down. I'll take over from here."
"Never!" Mr. Choi roared.
"That will never happen! The day you take that company is the day I die!"
Minjae took a step forward, her smile widening.
"Good," she said calmly. "Then I suggest you hurry. I'm already running out of patience." She added and next thing a slap landed across her cheek.
The sound echoed through the mansion,
Mrs. Kim's trembling hand hung in the air as silence swallowed the room. A faint gasp could be heard.
Min-Sol, who hadn't been slapped, looked more shocked than Minjae herself.
She had expected retaliation… but not from her mother. The calmest person in the family.
"How dare you say such cruel thing!" Mrs. Kim shouted, pointing angrily at her daughter.
Minjae slowly turned her head, touching her cheek.
"I'm sorry, Mom," she said with a twisted smile. "Did I say it wrong?" She asked as silence failed the air,
Suddenly, she grabbed a flower vase from the table and hurled violently it to the floor as it Crash loudly, the porcelain shattered violently as everyone jolted backward.
"Let me rephrase then" Minjae gritted.
"I hope