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THE MORNING SUB CREPT THROUGH THE CURTAINS, casting a golden hue across my bedroom. I stirred from my slumber, my mind already buzzing with plans and schemes for the day ahead. The phone's shrill ring broke the silence, and I reached for it with a predatory gleam in my eyes. The caller ID flashed "Kang Joongmo," a name synonymous with power and influence.
"Miss Cho Soojin," his voice echoed through the receiver, authoritative and commanding. "I trust you're awake?"
A smirk danced on my lips as I replied smoothly, "Of course, Mr. Kang. Your timing is impeccable, as always."
Joongmo wasted no time, extending an invitation for breakfast at his residence. My heart quickened at the prospect of this unexpected opportunity. It was a chance to infiltrate the inner sanctum of the Kang family, to observe and analyse their dynamics first-hand.
"I would be delighted to join you," I purred, my voice dripping with honeyed charm. "Consider it an honour."
As I hung up the phone, a sense of anticipation surged within me. This breakfast meeting was more than just a casual meal—it was a strategic manoeuvre in my ongoing game of chess. The Kang family held the keys to power, and I intended to unlock every secret they possessed.
With calculated precision, I selected my attire, opting for a sleek yet sophisticated ensemble that exuded confidence and poise. I knew the importance of making a strong first impression, especially when dealing with individuals of Joongmo's calibre.
Arriving at the Kang residence, I was greeted by the opulent surroundings—a testament to the family's wealth and influence. Joongmo welcomed me with a polite smile, but I could sense the underlying tension in the air. He was a man accustomed to control, yet I could see the curiosity flickering in his eyes as he studied me.
The opulent surroundings spoke volumes about the family's wealth and influence. Joongmo greeted me with a polite smile, but I could sense the underlying tension in the air, a palpable aura of power and control that surrounded him.
"Miss Cho, please have a seat," Joongmo gestured toward a plush chair opposite him, his eyes fixed on me with a penetrating gaze.
I complied, settling into the chair with practised grace, my expression serene yet calculating. I knew the game he was playing, the subtle dance of manipulation and power that lay beneath his courteous demeanour.
