House Of Cards

More Issues

I walk to his office. I shouldn't have stayed and listened. If I was smart, I would've stepped out of the hallway and apologized for interrupting their conversation. But, would they have let me go?

Mr. Wi opens the door, and I step in. My eyes are focused on the floor underneath me. Maybe if I stare at it long enough, it'll engulf me.

"Sit."

His voice is stern, and I'm smart enough to listen to the dangerous man in front of me. So, I set the papers down on the desk, and then I sit.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I was scared and didn't know what to do."

He walks over, standing in the gap between me and the desk. I try to scoot the chair back, but it doesn't budge. There's still distance between me and the man, but not as much as I want.

"Seojoon was asking your uncle if you had agreed, but your uncle said to give you time. Seojoon said he wants you to dispose of his competition or he'll-"

"Go on," Mr. Wi says.

I take a deep breath, "Or he'll kill you."

"Is that all?"

I'm taken aback by his calmness. I just said the man was going to kill him, and he didn't even blink.

"Yes, sir."

He crosses his arms, still staring at me. "I hope you know that if you tell anyone about this, it'll be the last thing you ever do."

"Have you ever killed anyone?" I blurt out.

I slap a hand over my mouth in horror. When I get nervous, I tend to speak without thinking. Which will now be the death of me.

His eyebrows raise, "Do you really want to know the answer to that?"

"I think I'd like to turn in my two week's notice."

"That notebook at the meeting was open when I found it."

I ignore his words, "Actually, I'd like to quit right now. You don't need to pay me for the week."

"You were doing research on my family's history with the Parks. Why?"

My breath hitches.

"Use your words, Ms. (L/n)."

My stomach flips. Some twisted part of me finds his intimidating presence attractive. I should probably answer his question.

"I heard rumors that your family are mobsters, hired by the Parks. So, I decided to dig further."

"And did you find what you were looking for?"

My eyes meet his, "I was surprised to find my answers in the hallway outside your office, rather than the internet."

"It seems you're in quite the predicament, Ms. (L/n)," he says, watching me.

"It appears I am."

I'll never leave this office alive. He'll kill me and have his men dispose of my body. Dohyun will be left waiting for me downstairs, our last conversation being an emoji war through Instagram DMs.

He takes his suit jacket off and walks around his desk to hang it on the coat rack. My hands are shaking, and my heart is racing so fast my chest burns.

I can feel a tear slide down my cheek, but I wipe it away as fast as I can. Hoping that he didn't see.

"I'm not going to kill you or Dohyun."

Mr. Wi sits in front of me now, staring back at me with intense eyes. "I'm not a murderer."

I stay quiet, thinking over his words. How do I know he's telling the truth?

"If I was a murderer, then I wouldn't have the Park family and my own family planning my death."

I clear my throat, "Why do they want to kill you?"

"Because I don't agree with what they're doing."

"What exactly are they doing?" I ask.

He stands up, "I can't tell you. It's late, you should get home."

"You're letting me go?" I ask quietly.

"I told you I'm not a murderer."

He opens the office door, I walk over and stick my head out, making sure there isn't anyone waiting to kill me. Although I somewhat trust Mr. Wi's words, I know that the rest of his family isn't the same.

"Would you like me to walk you downstairs?"

"No, thank you, I'm meeting Dohyun at his office."

He steps out of the room, his hand still holding the door open. I step out too, and we walk to the elevator. When the doors close, I turn to him.

"What if Mr. Choi or Seojoon saw me?" My voice is quiet as I imagine every possible outcome.

"Then you would've been dead twenty minutes ago."

His words don't bring me comfort. They only make me panic more.

"I'm sorry for eavesdropping."

He crosses his arms, "Why are you apologizing? You've given me valuable information."

The doors open, and we walk down the familiar hallway, stopping at Dohyun's door. Dohyun opens the door and smiles at me before looking at Mr. Wi.

"Oh, Hajoon. What are you doing down here?"

"You were supposed to give me copies of the latest reports."

"Right! I'm sorry," Dohyun says, ducking back into his office.

"It's best for him if you don't tell him anything."

I look back at Mr. Wi with a confused face.

"You're already causing me enough trouble. If more people know, then my family will find out."

It makes sense, but this is going to eat me alive. I tell Dohyun everything. When a guy talks to me, I tell Dohyun, when my period is late, I tell Dohyun. How am I going to keep my mouth shut about the conspiracy he believes is actually true?

"Here you go," Dohyun says, handing Mr. Wi a stack of papers.

The three of us enter the elevator. Dohyun pushes the button for the lobby, but Mr. Wi pushes the button for the floor of his office.

"Are you not going home?" Dohyun asks.

The CEO gives me a quick look before facing Dohyun, "I have more issues to take care of."