Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 2

As I predicted, my day started off roughly and I honestly thought it was going to get worse. I hated speed mornings, even though they had been my daily routine for almost five years. It was unbearable and hard for no apparent reason, only my husband liked them, probably because he was a masochist.

Jaeyun locked himself in the bathroom as soon as he got up from bed to get ready. So in the meantime, I dressed up and made myself a cup of coffee with a ton of vanilla milk. That day I opted for a little black dress quite formal, with a simple pair of black tights. I was just going to work, definitely not to the Met Gala and unlike Mr. Sim I didn't want to charm my secretary.

Then I needed the bathroom but I had to wait until he finally deigned to come out, shirtless. I immediately went inside, my hair and makeup couldn't wait any longer. The door was open, just enough to hear him complain that he couldn't find the shirt of his choice.
The funny thing about Jaeyun is that he gave me the experience of having a child without suffering nine months. Suddenly his angry reflection appeared in the mirror causing me to flinch.

"Did you hide my shirts?"

"No? But what an honor to see you like this Jae."
I admitted sincerely because I was way too mature for that type of jokes, except he didn't trust me.

"I'm serious."

I didn't care about his problem, his nonsense had already made me late, so I told him to go shirtless.
He laughed and I couldn't resist either. Jaeyun had
all the sex appeal to afford it and he was his own
boss, why not give it a try?

Then we both realized we had to hurry, so much that I ended up taking his car and he took mine. Something was special about his red sports car, certainly not the horsepower or the color. He had chosen it carefully to match his expectations. But having to drive it was unpleasantly pleasant for some reason.

"Have a nice day honey!" I shouted before accelerating out of the garage first, cutting his way. His reaction was to honk, oh I loved to tease him.

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The way to my office was short, but in less than 10 minutes I was already stuck in the morning traffic. I only had a few miles left, during which I cursed my husband for having his on the opposite side of town, far from the traffic jams.

What a surprise when I finally arrived and saw William talking with two huge armed policemen. I quickly parked my car in the first available space and approached them. No matter what my assistant had messed up with, I had to defend him and plead his innocence in front of these two colossuses.

"Hello gentlemen, what's Mr. Kim guilty of?" I asked, waving my car keys mechanically as the sound of my heels joined my speech.

The two cops looked at each other and then at me in a judgmental way. That's why I sometimes regretted being a woman, because I was taken much less seriously in this kind of situation. Anyway, William tried to send me signals but I couldn't break eye contact with the other men. The brunette one crossed his arms.

"Listen, miss, your colleague is innocent. We're here for a transfer." He pulled out his badge and I squinted to read his name: Officer Jeon.

"With all due respect, this is a lawyer's office, not a prison." I answered confusedly. He ignored me.

"Your car is parked in a disabled space. Aside from the fact that you are acting like a blonde I advise you to move it." He added, a proud look on his face. I had to fight the feminine urge to dig my heel into his balls and complied.

When I came back he was already gone, both officers were gone. Only William remained, smiling. He was clearly laughing at me, and it was only later that I knew: Officer Jeon was his cousin. The arrogant macho that no one in the family can stand.

So, it was 9 a.m. and I was following William down the long hallways as if I didn't know the way myself. He led me to my office and once again two officers stood in front of my door. These two were more imposing and I felt so small next to them, even though my heels made me a good 175cm tall.

"Good morning Mrs. Sim. Just for your information, he's already here and still handcuffed. It's better for your safety." I recoiled when the taller one said it. I turned to William but he notified that he had warned me yesterday.

I suddenly felt like the devil's advocate. Who was the person behind that door and why did a criminal require such precautions? I wasn't completely unconscious; I knew that criminals were dangerous, but none who had passed through my office had required such measures, especially not a transfer from prison.

In a final moment, I raised my eyes to heaven and said a silent prayer. To who? Anyone who receives it. My instinct was screaming at me to leave, but I walked into this office. Little me had to know that she was doomed in advance, because what happened next was out of this world. I closed the door, leaving the two cops and my assistant behind. My heels had never felt so uncomfortable and my hands were clammy for the first time since college. My body was sending me distress signals.

I was being dramatic, in fact I just had a bad feeling. That's all. I already knew how to bear the pain of heels at the age of four and my hands were actually never clammy. In short I went inside, coughed to regain my composure and sat down at my desk under an insistent male gaze.

"Pleased to meet you..." My gaze landed on the first case file I've seen. "Lee Evan?" I tried to mask the interrogation in my voice.

Judging by his reaction, I was right: he slowly raised his dark irises to me. And I suddenly felt intimidated to take off my coat, it sounded like undressing. I forgot that stupidity and removed that protective layer to feel more comfortable — or not.

"So why are you here?" I asked this before realizing who was in front of me. It was a basic question, more a kind of politeness.

" I tried to kill the Government's daughter by burying her alive." He serenely admitted his crime, like it was nothing more than stealing a lollipop.

The speeches from the news and radio channels came back to me, buried alive was just one part of the torture he had inflicted on her. I knew that he knew, his gaze followed mine without stopping, so he had observed my fear.

"Oh please lil' Miss Lawyer. If I wanted to kill you, handcuffed or not, this room would already be the same color as your damn shoes' soles." He was cold-blooded, no joke.

My day wasn't over yet, it was just the beginning...

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