Payback: Reversal

6 - I'd Come For You

There was a commotion in one of HS Group's subsidiaries.

Suddenly, one morning, without any prior notice, the employees were greeted by bulky, muscly people dressed in suits that looked as if a group of mafia storming into the lobby.

It took them three separate discussion threads on the company's intranet to finally realized that the stern-looking people were bodyguard candidates for one of HS's Group family members.

In short, it was an entry test.

Just like that, the employees were back at their work again, and the receptionist heaved a sigh of relief because people no longer ask her about who was all that people.

Of course, it wasn't like they had never seen bodyguards in action before—after all, they worked for one of HS Group's sons. But those people wore neckties with the Group's logo, and they only ever saw a maximum of three accompanying each member of the main family. So seeing a throng of stoic-faced men and women with imposing builds just put their imagination into thriller mode.

Just after the receptionist sighed, thinking her job was over, a large shadow fell over the front desk. She pressed her lips while her face still bowed, sighing again inwardly. For some reason, most of the recruitment candidates were either stingy with their words, very arrogant, or felt like they had killed someone or two, making her scared shitless.

But since this was still her job, she collected her wits and lifted her head with a smile on her face. The smile soon falter though, and she froze, eyes blinking fast.

"Excuse me,"

Ah, what a nice voice, she thought.

"Where should I head for this?"

The person took out his phone, and showed the e-mail announcing his passage into the next step for the bodyguard entry test. It was a large, beautiful-looking hand, attached to a long, veiny, strong arm. But it took the receptionist a while to shift her gaze to the phone, because how could she, when that face was attached to that body?

A dark hair combed just enough to not make him look sloppy, but instead give him this wild, sexy feeling. A pair of sharp eyes, framed with long eyelashes, filled with mystifying grey orbs with a hint of blue. A handsome feature, a sharp jaw that could cut any fingers tempted to stroke it, and dimples that adorned the polite smile the man gave her.

Is he a model? A celebrity? The receptionist needed to blink several times first before she caught the content of the e-mail the man showed him.

What...why would a gorgeous specimen like this work as a bodyguard?

The man retracted his phone, and retracted his smile too. "Am I in the wrong place?"

The receptionist shivered as the nice voice dipped low and cold, as cold as the pale eyes staring at him like a beast to prey. "N-no, you're in the right place," she stuttered, and for a second forgot what she must do. The man just stared at her silently, until she was startled and asked him finally. "Umm—c-could you give me your name, um, Sir?"

"Yoon Jay."

With that short answer, the secretary ran through the database and procured a name card swiftly as if being chased by a running tiger. When she gave the man the visitor card, he gave her a smile that never reached those beautiful cold eyes above.

"Y-you can go to conference room no. 3 on the fourth floor..." she informed the man with her eyes fixed on the table.

Even after the man had gone, she still felt the dread. It reminded her of the time she went to the zoo when she was a little, and the lurking panther on the three suddenly attacked the glass cage, right in front of her. She still refused to go to the zoo since that day.