First Time • Myoui Mina

FT 50

Myoui Mina doesn't say thank you, nor does she say sorry or fuck you.

No, Myoui's don't do that; she was taught to show it, not say it.

She was taught to show the magnitude of her power when needed to.

Or just when she wanted to.

Thank you? Private jet sent to you as a gift.

Sorry? Blank cheque issued first thing in the morning.

Fuck you? Bankruptcy. If you're lucky, maybe she'd cause a little trouble for you here and there to mess around with you.

And Park Jihyo? It could be considered that she was a little lucky for now.

"President Park, the photoshoot... there's quite a bit of an... issue." Jihyo was one inch away from sipping her iced americano, no sugar, no syrup, just plain, when her assistant walks in with a pale face.

She frowns, and what issue could probably arise when it was a project backed by the Parks? No one would dare cause an inconvenience.

She hums in discontent, gently stirring her coffee as a sign for her assistant to continue.

"We've been informed there are issues with the venue for the photoshoot tomorrow. Management must obtain permits for both commercial use and equipment usage."

Immediately, Jihyo narrows her eyes, "But that's been covered? It's always been. What's all the fuss for this now? I'll speak to them."

Jihyo's tone was final and a demand, the type one would only learn to carry through influence and experience, "The shoot can't be delayed. Ring the mayor's phone now."

"There's another issue..." The assistant braces herself, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"Enlighten me." Jihyo sighs out sarcastically, her patience running thin.

"Half of the island, which includes all the public places the photoshoot will take place in, is privately owned by someone else now." The woman in front of her articulates and pronounces every word clearly, making sure to not stutter.

"We must request for new permits from the new owner before proceeding with the schedule."

"And who is this new owner who did all of this knowing what's on the line?" Jihyo scoffs, finding the timing of it all incredulous.

"The island has been acquired by Myoui Corporation as part of their new sustainable development project."

Jihyo all but chokes on her americano, the liquid spewing out not only out of her mouth but also her nostrils, violently. Immediately she is being handed a glass of water to swallow her pride as well as a clean napkin to wipe the remnants of her shock.

She's heard rumors and tales of this, the so called wrath of a Myoui.

She just didn't exactly expect herself, Park Jihyo whose family was one of the few that could tango with the Myoui's, to be the pinnacle of it all so soon.

The wrath of a Myoui was diverse, it encompassed a myriad of different aspects of how to make the subject of their demise suffer.

Bankruptcy was a Myoui favorite. It was clean, fast, and ruthless; shows just how fast they could go through something out of brute force. It didn't matter how fast they could do it when the final result was always the same: suffering.