On the night before the media onslaught, I found myself in the Eden office, after having driven Maria and everyone home and having promised to make a song for Sabrina. I sat in the meeting with Rachel, Karen, and Violet. Karen wore simple night clothes, Violet wore a beautiful dress that she had worn for her social dinner party, and Rachel was still in her work uniform."Sorry to call you all here so late," I apologized, sensing the weariness in their eyes."Boss," Rachel began, her voice tinged with concern, "I heard from Karen that you were assaulted by Total Construction's eldest son. Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?" Her brows furrowed in worry, reflecting the soft light.I leaned back in my soft chair, attempting to appear nonchalant as I met Karen's and Violet's gazes. "It's just a minor scuffle," I replied, my voice wavering slightly. "What worries me is that he might spread our business plan. Since we're cooperating with Total Construction, it could complicate t
"Thank you," I murmured, my gaze lingering on Maria's delicate features. The allure of her beauty was irresistible, compelling me to lean in for a kiss. To my surprise and delight, she reciprocated with equal fervor. Our kiss deepened, filled with unspoken emotions, as I sensed her breath growing heavier against my lips. Gently, my hand began to explore, tracing the contours of her body, awakening a symphony of pleasure sensations to her.Using my analytical eyes, I noted the number of her sex experience displayed: zero. It dawned on me that she was untainted, pure in her innocence. She had never been with a man, nor had she resorted to using any sexual toys to break the dam.Perfectly pure, akin to an angel, her innocence triggered my inner demon, stirring a desire to unleash chaos.With careful, deliberate movements, I helped her out of her short pants, revealing the soft ivory of her skin, a few delicate hairs adorning her femininity. I could see her beautiful tight, pinky color an
At exactly 3:00 PM, I approached a towering structure: the main branch of Korea First Bank, a 20-story building. We were welcomed as VVIPs by the bank's security and staff. As I glanced around, I noticed the bank was still bustling with activity, with some staff members eyeing me curiously, seemingly raising my popularity points.It seemed that the managers had already briefed the attractive bank tellers to be prepared for a potential buyer of the bank, advising them to avoid any actions that might lead to trouble.Accompanying me was Violet, her presence marked by an air of luxury, reflected in her elegantly tailored attire and the designer handbag she clutched. A radiant glow of happiness illuminated her features, with an unmistakable sparkle in her eyes.Curiosity piqued, I turned to her, “Are you really that happy?”Her response came with a cheerful conviction, “Of course, I could earn back my family money. Why wouldn't I be happy?”As we rode the elevator, a female bank staff mem
The acquisition of an investment holding and three banks, comprising a total of forty-eight branches, for a mere 170 million dollar was astonishingly cost-effective.This phenomenon, however, was not without precedent, especially in light of the 1997-1999 Asian financial crisis. Distressed asset sales had become somewhat commonplace, with assets frequently trading hands for sums far below their pre-crisis or intrinsic values. The crisis had left numerous financial institutions grappling with severe liquidity issues, compelling them to divest assets in a bid to shore up capital or pare down debt.The urgency was palpable; failing to rapidly alleviate their debt burdens could lead to interest rates ballooning, exacerbating their predicaments. Thus, offloading these assets, even at a loss, emerged as the quickest avenue to liquidity, essential for staving off bankruptcy."Using stock as payment? Sure, why not," Lee Jong-gi chimed in, a hint of pragmatism in his tone. "We bankers have lon
Kevin remained deeply asleep in his room, managing only a brief two-hour rest amid the turmoil, until the sudden, insistent pounding on his door startled him awake. His mother's urgent voice shattered the peacefulness, demanding, "Kevin! Open the door immediately!""What?" Kevin mumbled, his voice thick with sleep."Open now!" she demanded.Stumbling to his feet, Kevin shuffled towards the door and opened it. Before he could even see his mother’s face, she threw a newspaper into his face. "You, what have you done!" she exclaimed, her tone laden with disbelief and anger."What!" Kevin protested, bewildered by his mother's rare display of fury. His mother, a formidable businesswoman who ran a clothing supermarket and shared ownership of Total Construction with his father, was usually composed and reserved.Grasping the newspaper, Kevin's eyes widened in shock as he absorbed the headlines. "Eden Group's Legal Action: Civil Suit Filed Against Total Construction's Prince for Assault; Seeks
As I drove through the streets, the car buzzed with youthful chatter and the upbeat melody of "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears. Maria, Nicole, and Gisella, just out of school, filled the seats. Suddenly, the music was interrupted by Maria's ringing cell phone, prompting me to swiftly lower the volume. Maria, seated beside me, went pale, her hand hesitating over the device, unsure of what to do next."Who's calling?" I inquired, glancing her way."My father," she replied, her gaze meeting mine, a storm of apprehension and resolve swirling in her eyes.The superhero quest involving Maria hadn't reached its conclusion. It seemed the universe had woven me into the fabric of her story, compelling me to aid her in her strife with her father."Come on, just take it," I encouraged, steering the car with one hand. "Put it on loudspeaker. I'll help if you need it.""Will you?" she asked, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a mix of hope and fear, a tentative smile gracing her lips, seeking
I was taken aback by the sheer audacity of the man. Could he really be trying to rid himself of his daughter so hastily? No sooner had the engagement with Kevin been dissolved than he was already thrusting her into the arms of another suitor. He really had an unique way in dealing with his daughter.I turned my gaze towards the beautiful Maria and whispered, the concern palpable in my voice, “Is he truly your real father? Not a stepfather or someone who adopted you?”Maria's eyes widened in shock at my question. “He is my real father!” she exclaimed."Then, I jest that you must be so detestable that he wishes to evict you as swiftly as possible," I teased."I am the epitome of the perfect daughter!" Maria proclaimed in her defense. It was delightful to observe her eyes widen defiantly, her lips curving into a graceful frown.With a smile that barely masked my incredulity, I faced Carl, Maria’s father. “Sir, if you were to ask me when I intend to marry your daughter, I would say right
A fat man lounged on a plush couch, a lit cigar perched between his lips, its smoke swirling lazily towards the ceiling. On the ornate table beside him, a glass of whiskey caught the light, casting amber reflections. Two women flanked him, their hands moving in rhythmic motions over his shoulders and back, their touch seemingly light and soothing, using expensive massage oil. Another woman worked diligently at easing the tension from his muscles from behind..His two unwavering subordinates stood at attention before him, the anticipation of his orders hanging heavily in the air."What is your command, boss?" one of them inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of respect and urgency.The man, known only as the boss, exhaled a cloud of smoke before responding, his voice as smooth as the whiskey he sipped. "What's the status of our gambling den, loan company, and drug distribution? Any problems?""Boss, with the military general supporting us, who would dare to challenge us?" the subordina