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"Fifty thousand, no less," Jieun demanded as he clenched his teeth, looking at her with those eager rat eyes. Without an acceptable amount of money, she wouldn't even lift a finger. Matter of fact, she would scratch those eyes out of his disgusting face. The only reason she wouldn't be able to do it was because he reminded her of her father too much, except for the fact that her father was not a rat — or remotely similar to him.

"Forty-five thousand!" He demanded this time. God, the man was hateful. She was just trying to earn her living, yet he kept lowering the amount that she needed.

All she thought was, Jisung, this is why your wife hates you.

"Seventy, or no deal," she said as he scoffed, this time at her sudden reply. Sometimes in life you have to be a rat to survive. Jisung taught her that very well and he knew she was using that against him. "Deal or no deal? I heard you wanted him to die a silent and gruesome death. I can offer you that and you know it. You taught me."

He examined her figure for the longest minute, trying to come to a conclusion. He looked somehow- ashamed- no, disappointed? She knew what he was about to say, and it truly annoyed her. She was not just a woman.

"Can a woman really do the job of a man?" he asked with a smirk, causing the vein on her neck to make a sudden appearance. It traced down her neck to the beautiful tattoo of a swan that she got the month prior to meeting with Jisung. She leaned back on the couch and uncrossed her legs. Lady? Whatever.

"I believe you're missing out on my services." She chuckled. "A woman has this very remarkable ability that a man won't be able to pull off easily. You taught me that, Jisung. Remember? All those women that came over to your house in the middle of the night. And for what? Pleasure? Well, I can do the same."

He gulped at the sudden view of her legs spread open. She placed a hand on her thigh, the other slowly unbuttoned her shirt. His mouth couldn't get more watery at the view of her bra hosting its entrance to the party.

"And what is that, Miss-"

"Yoon, Miss Yoon," she clarified. He looked disappointed, and she knew exactly why. "My real name, you know what it is. Don't expect much from me on that topic because I already told you I am not willing to change it. Now, with the king. You won't know what a woman can offer if you don't accept my services. Apparently, you won't need me here."

She buttoned up her shirt and stood up. His hand approached her arm and stopped her from continuing. He looked at her directly in the eyes for a quick second and said, "Seventy thousand, and he better be begging for mercy. Make it clear to him that I am the only king here. Got it?"

She smirked knowingly, getting what she wanted. Not what she wanted, but what she deserved. What could go wrong with killing a king? A king that's old and frail, waiting for his last day on Earth to come, right? That was a piece of cake for her. The easiest job she could possibly do.

"Have you seen him?" he asked, and she shook her head, sitting back down. His hand made its way inside his suit and took out a picture. All Jieun could see was the white portion of the back in the printed copy. The king's face was barely visible due to the darkness in the room. He stopped moving and refrained from bringing her the picture. What he did was place it back inside his suit. He wanted to play a game with her. He wasn't going to let go of those seventy thousand so easily.

"I heard you're good at guessing. Our trainees talk about it all the time." He chuckled. "Why don't we play a little guessing game from now on? Once you're sure you've found the king, let me know. If not, you keep trying."

"You take me for a fool." She scoffed. Guessing game? "I have a better game."

She reached into her suit and took out a gun, gently placing it on the table in front of her as she glared at Jisung before she said, "Russian Roulette."

People usually get scared playing Russian Roulette. She did not. She never did. She had guns pointed at her head since she was young. She got used to it. None of them fired, except for one and towards her shoulder. She would never forget whose gun it was. He was sitting right in front of her.

He smirked once again and pointed at the camera on the corner of the room. "Those cameras are observing your every move. Be very careful and don't play games with me. I play them with you. You know that very well."

Glaring at his disturbing eyes, Jieun grabbed her gun and placed it back in her suit. She stood up and put her hands in her pockets. "I guess we have to play your way. Game on, uncle. I'll kill that king in no time."

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