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"I told you where Jang Han-Seo would be, so you're buying." I told Vincenzo before sipping on my iced Americano. He had met the Chairman of Babel anonymously, saying that he wanted to figure something out.
"That's the perfect reward for the quality of your intel." He replied.
"Why did you meet him anyways?" I asked him.
"Facing the boss of the enemy before starting a fight puts me at ease." He said, sipping on his cup of coffee.
"That's a weird way to find peace with yourself." I smacked my lips as I let go of the straw attached to my glass of Americano. "So what do you think?" I asked him, wanting to know his opinion on the head of this fucked up operation.
"Chairman Jang..." He started, setting his cup down on the table. "might not be the real boss. I switched quotes from George Soros and Joseph Schumpeter, but he didn't catch it.
I rolled my eyes, leaning my head on the back of the chair. "This shit doesn't even surprise me anymore. But no wonder. He really does look like an airhead. He's young and arrogant, but he can't be the mastermind behind all of this." Vincenzo scoffed at my words, making me look up at him. "But if he isn't, who could be the real chairman?" I asked to no one in particular.
"Usually, when there's a war between the Mafia, it's customary to let each other know who the boss is." He said. "That way, you can set up a meeting between the bosses to resolve thing diplomatically."
Suspicious bitch, I thought. How does he know what the Mafia does? I might be a little dumb but I was not completely oblivious. I knew that the man sitting in front of me was somehow related to some Italian crime. Or maybe the Mafia. You never know.
"And the surest way to draw out the real boss behind the puppet is—"
I harshly stabbed at my pudding, making the fork reach the surface of the plate and make a loud clink sound- cutting Vincenzo off mid-sentence. Some people even turned to look at our table but I didn't pay any mind to them. "To destroy the puppet." I completed his sentence.
He smirked, making my stomach churn at how hot he looked. But we won't focus on that right now. Pull yourself together, Hajoon-a, this ain't simping time.
"You know a lot about the Mafia." He spoke.
"I told you. People here are just as bad as the Mafia." I replied as I crossed my arms across my chest. "Anyway, to find if Jang Han-Seo is a puppet or not, I'll make him dry up, like a wet wipe in the open." I smirked as some ideas plotted themselves in my mind.
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"Stop it, mister." I blushed like a schoolgirl as I slapped Vincenzo's hand off of my waist once again. He still did not seem to listen to me as his fingers found the belt loop of my jeans, tugging at my clothes to annoy me even more. We were just walking through the hallways of Geumga Plaza to get to our workplace, but his constant flirting remained a partner. Gosh, it's like I've unleashed a beast by kissing him back. "I mean it, Mr. Cassano. If someone saw us—"
