Chapter Text
Jeongukk was sitting comfortably inside the backseat of his Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Eyes half-lidded resting, yet his mind aware. Beside him was Chae Hajun.
His right hand man, going through Jeongukk's daily schedule.
Posture tight with the kind of respect that bordered on fear.
"Say it." Jeongukk murmured, voice low and bored.
The man swallowed. "The Busan shipment. It was intercepted."
"By?" Jeongukk questioned.
"An internal leak, we traced it back to one of the mid-level handlers. Park Minsoo.."
"Hmm...Did he run?"
"No."
"Then he thought that i wouldn't find out."
Chae Hajun hesitated, but asked "Orders?"
Jeongukk finally looked at him, dark eyes empty but sharp.
"Bring him in" he said softly and looked out of the window.
"Next."
Hajun peeled his eyes quickly away from Jeongukk. Too scared of offending him anyway. He scrolled through the tablet, light reflecting on his scarred face.
"The art gala next week. All the major players are attending. Investors, politicians, collectors, celebrities."
Hajun took a small pause.
"Mrs. Xavier."
'Hmm....Father did inform me." Jeongukk said.
'Yes. Senior Sir has been a part of this particular gala for 24 years now. It mainly a front for money laundering, weapons dealing, drugs, human trafficking and much more. Through the show of art acquisitions. Clean transactions and no suspicion at all."
Jeongukk's head tilted just a fraction, on listening some of his favorite words. But there was a particular word bitter on his tounge.
'Art'.
It was unfamiliar and unimportant to him. In his world.
'And security?" he asked instead.
"It's tight. Apart from scanned invitations and identified media presence, no one else is allowed. And the guest list is controlled too. Only around 17% of high profile people are invited."
"Good."
As their 'conversation' died, they reached their destination. The car slowed down while nearing a towering glass building, which was his supposedly office.
People at the entrance were already moving, as they recognised him. Not by his car. No. It changed often.
But by how the air shifted at his arrival. It was heavy, little hard to breathe. Their head lowered. People working for him were not allowed to look at him, until he spoke.
Jeongukk adjusted his cuff, movements precise and unhurried. Because he already knew that the world moved aside for him. He was well aware of his power.
"Handle Minsoo before the gala."
He added while walking towards the elevator. Hanjun tailing him behind. Jeongukk's voice was quiet but commanding.
"I don't like loose ends when I'm social, give me details within 2 hours."
"Understood."
With that Hajun stopped, not crossing the sectior line.
It was Jeongukk's personal elevator, made out of pure gold leading directly to 29th floor, his office. No one was allowed to use it, not even his father.
As he entered inside the elevator, pressing the floors button. He stood with stoic face. Emotionless. Hands in pocket, waiting for the door to close.
"Art.."
Jeongukk said sarcastically to himself. Amused, but in an insulting way.