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Chapter Six Leya

There's no more work to be done today, so I settle at my desk with my laptop in front of me, ready to dive myself in writing. I love writing, almost as much as reading. Despite considering myself less than skilled in this, my mind brims with ideas and visions begging to be brought to life. Even after devouring countless books and currently working on my own series, I still feel unsatisfied with my writing ability. I've never attempted to publish any of my books or share them online. The mere thought overwhelms me to the core, I don't know how authors do it. These books are a reflection of my innermost thoughts, feelings, opinions, and imagination. They are an intimate expression of my being. Sharing them with the world feels like exposing my mind, granting access to the way I think. That's insane. So, I write for myself, pouring my love into the characters on these pages rather than into useless men of this planet.

Speaking of men, Torrens order doesn't go out of my head. Last night, he ordered an abundance of food to my office once again. And painkillers? I mean, I've been experiencing more headaches than usual lately, but it's such a peculiar gesture. I roll my eyes, realizing I'm once again talking with myself.

As I'm writing, the sudden intrusion of someone bursting through my door stops my fingers typing.

"What the fuck, Leya!"

I kind of expected him here sooner or later. I lean back in my chair, meeting his gaze with a calm demeanor. "Hello," I greet evenly.

"Hello? Is that all you have to say?" His voice rings out louder than I'd prefer.

"As a greeting, yes." In frustration, he hurls some papers in my direction, presumably the termination papers. They scatter to the floor before reaching my desk, drawing my gaze momentarily before I address him. "You have to pick those up."

"I'm not going to pick up a fucking thing. You're firing me?" He questions, disbelief tinged with anger.

"Yes."

"Why are you doing this to me?" His tone laden with accusation.

Such audacity. Raising from my seat, I circle around my desk, closing the distance until we stand about five feet apart.

"You betrayed me, Yunsu. I do not tolerate that kind of behavior."

His voice rises. "Betrayed you? What do you mean?"

"You granted unauthorized access to the back door and the elevator of my building." I really hope for him that he regains composure for his own sake.

"That fucking snitch. And have you asked him why I did it?"

"I don't care."

He erupts in a shout. "He bribed me, he threatened me. I had no choice. It was a matter of life or death-"

I narrow my eyes at him. "You better calm down or you'll fucking regret stepping foot into my office!"

His breath seethes with anger, ignoring my warning. "Don't make some stupid fucking decisions as if other lives hold less worth than yours. I'm the best security guard you'll-"

"Don't talk to her like that, or it's death you've chosen." Torren appears at the doorway. His tone steady, yet with a gravity I've never heard before.

Stepping forward, my focus remains fixed on the fucker before me. "You know exactly what I think about disrespecting women, you little piece of shit." In a swift motion, I drive my heel deep into his foot, causing him to wince as he staggers back.

"You fucking bitch."

And that's the last thing he says, before Torren swiftly delivers a kick to his leg, forcing him to kneel, whereupon he wraps his arm around Yunsu's throat from behind in a suffocating hold.