An Ace up my Sleeve (English)

Chapter 1

From the balcony of his manor, Jin watched as a car stopped at the front gate. A man, one of his henchmen, stepped out of the car and approached the entrance to the manor. Jin recognised him. He was a lawyer. Jin finds it rather ironic that a man of the law would come to him for help. A lawyer that works hard everyday to defend what's right, actually works illegally for a crime lord. Jin found his hypocrisy amusing, quietly laughing to himself before going to greet him.

Jin went to shake his hand before leading him to his office. He sat down behind the imposing desk as the man sat down across from him. It was obvious that he was nervous despite his efforts not to show it. That meant the job hadn't gone well, in which case Jin understood why he was so nervous. After all his life did depend on this...

The employee started explaining what happened, all the while trying to make excuses as to why he didn't succeed. Not that Jin cared. He was looking at the man with a blanc, bored expression, waiting for him to be done. Why is everyone in this world so unbelievably incompetent?
He was growing more and more impatient when the man finally stopped talking and was looking at his boss apprehensively.

" I see..." Jin said. "Relax would you? I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet at least..."

Jin got up his desk chair and went to stand behind his guest who was still sat down. He placed one hand on his right shoulder and the other on his pulse. He chuckled at how high it was.

"I thought I told you to relax, that I wasn't going to kill you... Do you not believe me?" Jin asked.

He took his hands off of the man and silently went to take the gun he had put away down his back, only to point it at the man's head.

"You're right."

Jin shot him in the head, which fell down hard on his desk, his blood forming a puddle.

Just as he was about to call the butler to get him to clean it up, there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, the door opened and Jin saw his son step in.

"Is everything okay, Father?" The boy asked, completely unfazed by the dead body on his father's desk.

"Everything is fine, Jimin. You may go back to your studies." Jin answered.

Jimin simply shrugged his shoulders and left without a word. Young as he was, he didn't seem bothered by the sight of a body or by the fact that his own father was responsible for the man's death. Much to Jin's delight. After all, Jimin was to be the heir to his throne. If he wasn't able to simply look at a dead body than he most likely wouldn't be able to kill somebody, making him unfit for the job... And Jin would hate to have to kill him like he did his mother. But he'll make sure it never comes to this, the kid will be trained to succeed.

He called his butler to clean up the mess and then served himself a glass of wine as he sat back down at his desk this time facing the window behind it while blood was still pouring from his ex-employee's head and drank the wine that tasted like power with a satisfied smirk on his face.