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"Come again?"
Red. Everything went red. Bae Irene's vision blurred as a flame curled in the pit of her stomach. Her brain went on overdrive as it picked every moment that she'd spent crying. The memories weighed down on her but instead of breaking even more, her heart turned ice cold and slunk into the shadows as her brain took complete control. The flames in her stomach rose up to her chest and crawling through her veins, took over the rest of her body. Her fingers coiled into fists, crushing the glass rods she'd held. The glass pierced the skin of her palms but she barely felt it. Waves of fury rolled off her as the blood rose to her cheeks. The term anger, barely even touched the tip of the volcano that she so clearly was in that moment. Someone trying to kill her Soyeon? The guts of people nowadays.
The girl across the Bae woman shifted uncomfortably, repeating her earlier dialogues. "The Kim h-heir is in the Healing house. A killer from the Dong-Huang clan was sent after her in the afternoon." At the seething glance from Irene, the poor girl added, "The killer is dead. Liu Yangyang intercepted before the killer could make a move on her. But she's heavily injured since he pretty much crashed the whole taxi to kill the man." She slid a heavily cracked phone across the glass table gingerly. "This was found by the barricade of the road the taxi crashed into. It belonged to the killer."
Irene picked the device with the pads of her fingers distastefully and taped at a few buttons, successfully hacking into the phone. The first thing that popped out was a message from a contact called 'Victorious'.
victorious: factum est?
(translation: is it done?)
"Who the Hell is this 'Victorious'?" the woman sneered, scrolling through the dead man's messages. "And why the fuck is he typing in Latin? What a loser."
The girl opposite her perked up at the chance of being useful, "Victorious is the codename of the Dong-Huang clan leader's left-hand man. The clan calls him 'V' for short."
"What's his full birthname?"
The girl faltered, "T-that I don't know, ma'am."
"Fucking fabulous." Irene scoffed under her breath, then flicked her hand lazily to signal the girl to leave; her bling-bling platinum bangles shifting and clinking to exaggerate her dismissal. Then the Bae woman returned her arms to their resting position elbows on the well-shined table and manicured nails almost touching her lips. The bangles fell to the soft skin part way down her arm and lay glinting in the afternoon rays, very starkly against her ivory skin.
"Wait, ma'am-" the girl's lower lip quivered as she reached out to the beautiful woman desperately again.
"What now?" Irene said, annoyed. She slid her spectacles off her nose bridge. "I have a lot of things to do. I'm very busy."
