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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐗

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 2022,
𝐍𝐎𝐖

𝐃𝐀𝐋-𝐑𝐀𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

❝𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!❞ yelled out an employee.

The hallway of massive offices went into a complete disarray. The people stopped chit chatting and got up to hurry and fix their desktables.

Cups of coffee were thrown alongside the chocolate croissants that were bought from the best shop of the city.

"We don't have time-" screeched a female.

"Three minutes guys, she's in the elevator!" continued yelling the male.

Fixing ties and hairs, people bumped into each other trying to reach their desks.

"Incoming."

Stumbling over themselves they barely got time to position their bodies beside their office doors.

The elevator doors opened and the silence took over. The black high heels echoed on the marble floors and her red suit contrasted with the black that surrounded her.

They all bowed down as she past by them and rose quickly. Her marching seized as she past the fifth office desk and paused. Tilting her head to the side, she raised her free hand and fisted the opened pen she found on the empty desk. Scowling she turned around and showed the pen.

"Who does this belong to?"

The silence made her nod and throw the pen on the desk, before continuing her way into her office room.

"Idiots." she commented under her breath, eyes set upon the massive doors infront of her. Opening them, she let them 'bang' behind her as she threw her black bag on her leather burgundy red couch.

Rounding the couch she marched up on her office desktop and opened her laptop. Sighing softly she used a small stick to upload some files on the laptop. Opening the cryptographic files after the load was successful, she clicked upon the single file in the stick.

Random photos of her friends, her son, herself and her family were inside. Rolling down on the newest archives she stumbled upon different pictures of her ex husband in Italy, specifically Milano.

Siting back on her chair, she crossed her legs upon each other and positioned her head on her palm.

"How low have you fell, Jae-Sung?" she asked herself. Enlarging the picture she snapped her eyes on the rollex enclosed around his wrist.

"Still wearing that old piece of watch I see-" mused the female.

The rollex watch- an old antique of the first rollex collection used to be Jae-Sung grandfather's favorite watch. He was wearing it everywhere, in every court trial, in his wedding day, in the first time he held his first born son and in the end of his days. A silver antique now, that no longer worked. Jae-Sung loved it, because it reminded of his grandfather. She couldn't blame him, his grandfather was the most honorable man she used to know.

The Great Taehyun Ha, one of the most important lawyers in all of South Korea, he was a legend and a professional at his job. Married to Azula Kim, he had Jae-Sung's father and then, his father had him and his older brother.

It was only logical for her to idolize him as one of South Korea's most elite lawyer too.

Unfortunately, Jae-Sung took after his grandfather in this department. A prestige lawyer with master in the prosecution department.

Unbelievable smart, godlike handsome, an amazing father and annoyingly so, her ex husband. The father of her child and her only family- besides Do-Yeong.

She could list all the faults he made throughout their years together, but he could do the same for her too.

Their love began like a match spurting the spark of flame in the dead of night. It was strong and unpredictable. Even if she wanted- needed to blame him for the ruin of their marriage, she knew someone else was at fault.

Her.

Her and her stupid plans for revenge. Her and her need for blood. Her and her obsession over justice, over right.

Sliding on the next picture, she stopped.

Gazing down on the time-line this photograph was sent to her it read:

Sunday, 3:40pm.

Breathing hard, her heart felt like bursting. The air was short and she started feeling light headed.

Gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw she let out a furious yell and slammed the laptop off the desktop.

The crashing sound brought a kind of peace for her. The stick was now on the floor, beside the destroyed laptop. The screen was cracked and you could only makeout the half part of the screen, since the other half was a black mess.

The photo.

That photo was fake.

It had to be- her thoughts run lapses on her mind. Round after round, she felt the walls close in on her.

Slowly rising, her glossy eyes still glued on the laptop. The picture was burning her eyes, but she could only see the half of it this time.

Jae-Sung-

Making her way to the laptop, she knelt down and grasped the screen tightly with her trembling hands. Pieces of the broken glass made contact with her skin, breaking it and letting the crimson blood run down in a flow.

You shouldn't have met her.

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓® 2023

𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

This is the start! What do you think Dal-Rae found?

Please comment and vote! I would like to know your theories so far.