Chapter 1: Au revoir
Taemin was sitting at his desk, drink in his hand. He swirled it precisely as the ice cubes clanked against the glass. The sound reverberated off the walls. The nearby window had its curtains closed halfway. The remaining beam of light that shone through the crack streaked across Taemin's porcelain skin. He was situated over a stack of papers, looking disgruntled and dissatisfied. A knock at the door broke him out of his concentration. He gulped the last sip of alcohol out of his cup and set it down onto the table before calling to the person who was behind the door.
"Yes, come in."
The door opened up and a man stepped inside and bowed.
"Boss, I located and caught our little spy."
The left side of Taemin's lips curled upward into a smirk.
"Excellent. Where was she?"
The man who entered inside stepped out to yank something into the room from one of the other guards outside. It was a woman. He had her by the back of her shirt, dragging her further into the room and throwing her onto the ground. She grunted as her body hit the cold dense cement floor.
"She was snooping around the premises. That was her downfall."
Taemin picked up a bottle of whiskey to pour himself another drink. He downed it, then slid back and out of his chair. The way his body lifted from his seat seemed so elegant and refined. Although he was tall and slender, his presence packed a harder punch than his soft appearance lead on. It was never a good thing to underestimate his power. His past enemies paid for that exact mistake.
"Well, well... Miss Jisoo, I guess this is the end of the line for you." He walked around to the other side of his desk and walked over to the woman on the floor. He squatted in front of her to reach for her hair but she began scooting back away from Taemin's hand. The man who brought her in abruptly stopped her by sticking his boot out to kick her back forward. That gave Taemin the opportunity to snag a fistful of her long dark locks, and yank her head back so she can look up into his eyes. She snarled, writhing in her ropes she was bound with. Her bottom lip was dried with blood and adorned a bruise under her left eye. A wild gaze flashed across her eyes, showing a flight-or-fight response. But it didn't phase Taemin. He merely chuckled at her adorable attempt to intimidate him.
"Oh, did you think you could get away? I'm sorry, I will have to disappoint. You have tried my patience enough."
Jisoo laughed.
"Fuck you! Go burn and rot in hell." She spat a mixture of spit and blood in his face. Taemin whipped his head to the side from disgust and closed his eyes. He let out a quick burst of air from his nose then reached into the front pocket of his red suit jacket to pull out a handkerchief. He gently wiped the blood off his cheek and stood up.
"Well, if you are going to sit there and act like a wild animal with no proper manners, then you shall be put down like one." He stood to his feet, folded the piece of cloth back up the way it was and neatly tucked it into his pocket. He gave her a chilling smile and stepped back, slipping one hand into his front pocket.
"Hangyeom, please dispose of this mole."
"What shall I do with her?" The younger male asked with a nonchalant tone. Taemin eyed him.
"Kill her. But take her into the other room. I don't want to dirty a newly waxed floor."
He turned away from the woman and walked back to his desk as she burst into tears.
"No! No please!! Don't do this!! Please, I'll do anything! I-I'll work for you! Please!" She cried out. But Taemin couldn't care less for her constant petulance. He sat down at his desk again. Hangyeom, Taemin's trusted bodyguard, roughly took hold of Jisoo's shirt once more and dragged her kicking and screaming body out of the door. Her screams bounced off the empty walls, seeming to go on forever as she was hauled off to an unknown room.
"Au revoir, little mouse." He poured one last drink and lifted his crystal glass to his lips, his pinky held high. The enemy spies' screams continued even though she was being dragged down the hallway. The boisterous sounds of her unanswered cries for help, were soon muffled by a door clicking shut. A few seconds later, a distant gunshot sounded off, queuing the lustrous sound of silence to grace his ears.
"Mmm," Taemin hummed gleefully. "Music to my ears." He downed his alcohol and gave one last smile.
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[END: PART 1]
