Secrets Of Underworld | LingOrm GxG

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The air inside Ling Ling Kwong's opulent mansion was thick with the scent of jasmine, drifting lazily from ornate incense holders in each corner of the vast sitting room. Sunlight filtered through sheer, silk curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the marble floor. Yet despite the luxurious surroundings, there was a weight in the room, a palpable tension that clung to everything it touched.

Ling Ling Kwong sat at the head of an enormous oak table, her delicate fingers tracing the rim of a wine glass that had long since emptied. She was a vision of power, dressed in a deep crimson cheongsam embroidered with gold dragons. Her long, ebony hair was pinned up in an intricate style, revealing a strong jawline and sharp, calculating eyes. These were not the eyes of a woman who hesitated, nor did they belong to someone who questioned her place in the world.

Ling Ling Kwong was a mafia boss, a title she had earned not through inheritance but through sheer force of will. In the underworld of Hong Kong, her name was spoken with both reverence and fear. She had built her empire from the ground up, carving a path of destruction where necessary and negotiating alliances where it suited her ambitions. Her rise to power had been swift and merciless, and now she ruled with an iron fist.

But despite the power she wielded, there was one person who could move through the mansion unnoticed, one person who had seen Ling Ling at her most vulnerable.

Orm.

Orm was a maid, hired years ago when the mansion was still new and Ling Ling’s empire was in its infancy. She had been a simple village girl then, timid and wide-eyed at the towering skyscrapers and glistening city lights. But Ling Ling had seen something in her, something unspoken that made her keep Orm close, even as other servants came and went.

Now, as Ling Ling swirled the glass in her hand, waiting for a meeting that was already late, Orm moved silently through the room, dusting the shelves and adjusting the expensive trinkets that lined them. She was small in stature, with soft brown eyes that were always downcast, never meeting the gaze of her employer. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and she wore the simple uniform of a servant, a stark contrast to the riches around her.

To most, Orm was invisible, just another faceless worker who kept the mansion in order. But Ling Ling had learned long ago that Orm saw more than she let on. She had a way of being present during the most critical moments without drawing attention to herself, and though she never spoke out of turn, Ling Ling could feel her silent judgment sometimes, as if the maid held more knowledge about the intricate workings of her world than she was willing to reveal.

Ling Ling tapped her fingers impatiently on the table, her thoughts racing ahead of her. A deal had gone wrong last night, and she was waiting for word from her most trusted lieutenant, Ko. But Ko was late, and that made her uneasy. In her world, punctuality wasn’t just a courtesy—it was a matter of life and death.

Orm's delicate footsteps barely made a sound as she walked behind Ling Ling, but the mafia boss sensed her presence.

"Orm," Ling Ling said without turning around.

Orm stopped, hands folded neatly in front of her. "Yes, Miss Kwong?"

"Have you heard anything from Ko yet?" Ling Ling asked, her voice smooth but laced with irritation.

"No, Miss Kwong," Orm replied softly. "Shall I bring you more wine?"

Ling Ling shook her head, eyes fixed on the door, as if willing it to open. "No. I want answers, not wine."

Orm inclined her head slightly, her face betraying nothing. "I understand."

Ling Ling let out a slow breath, trying to ease the tension building in her shoulders. Ko would arrive soon, she told herself. Everything was under control. It had to be.