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Yeseo hated Kang Chansung.

Or rather, it wasn’t that she hated him enough to kill him.

It wasn’t that Kang Chansung suspected Yeseo and wanted to kill her either.

It was just pure curiosity.

-Whoosh─!

-Bam!

｢Ugh!｣

｢You should give up. Poison spreads faster when you move.｣

She wanted to hurt Kang Chansung just to know what it felt like to kill a cop.

Like a child who found a new toy.

Or a mischievous kid who steps on ants out of curiosity.

There was malice in the punches flying toward Kang Chansung, but no hostility.

Kang Chansung gritted his teeth, trying to endure Yeseo’s attacks, but as the poison spread, he was soon completely subdued.

-Gwaaak!

｢Cough, cough…!｣

｢Shh, be good. Let’s sleep quietly….｣

Yeseo scanned Kang Chansung from head to toe with a curious gaze, not wanting to miss any reaction as she pinned him down.

To Yeseo, Kang Chansung was a delicacy she had never tasted before.

So she picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and aimed it near Kang Chansung’s heart.

She locked eyes with Kang Chansung, who was glaring at her, wanting to clearly witness the moment he took his last breath.

And so.

-Squelch.

｢…!…!!｣

Yeseo’s blade began to shallowly pierce Kang Chansung’s chest.

Naturally, Kang Chansung’s face contorted.

But Yeseo’s face still held only a calm smile.

She leaned her head toward Kang Chansung’s ear and whispered, urging him to tell her how it felt.

｢Is it cold? Does it hurt? Is it bitter? Say something, huh?｣

-Knock knock.

｢…F*ck. What’s this.｣

Until a knock was heard from beyond.

Until the voice of a supporting actor announcing the end of S#130’s office scene echoed, she couldn’t even breathe properly.

Her empty, motionless eyes.

In stark contrast, the corners of her lips subtly rose.

Her head tilted slightly.

The person pinning Kang Chansung down was clearly human, but didn’t feel like one.

Despite her excited voice, her exterior was unnervingly calm.

To put it bluntly, it was creepy.

Even as she raised her fist to knock Kang Chansung out.

-Thud─!

Until the fist accurately struck Kang Chansung’s carotid artery, rendering him unconscious.

The thought that she was somehow broken didn’t leave.

｢Haa…. Hoo….｣

And so, she let out a long breath, her head hanging over the unconscious Kang Chansung.

Then, at the sound of another knock, she lifted her head with a completely blank expression.

It was only after that that any semblance of emotion began to form on her otherwise emotionless face.

-Creak.

｢What’s the matter?｣

A youthful smile bloomed, accompanied by a soft, gentle gaze.

A harmless face that made it impossible to believe she had just tried to kill someone.

The way she blinked her slender eyes and tilted her head was no different from what Kang Chansung had faced earlier.

But unlike before, when she was solely focused on harming Kang Chansung.

｢Hmm, you’re protesting? Why?｣

｢Well, they say the compensation from the last Yookseong Building accident was too little….｣

｢Ah, because the compensation was too little.｣

A seamless ease blended into her expression, voice, and gestures.

She seemed like a completely different person from before.

｢It’s not even a pre-reported protest. I’ll just call the police to handle it.｣

｢No, no need to call the police. Just send them up to me. They’re so desperate they can’t even afford a meal.｣

-Smirk.

｢Things that can be resolved with words should be resolved with words. There’s no need to make a fuss.｣

And with that, her eyes curved into a gentle arc, and—cut.

The filming of S#130’s office scene ended.

***

“What should we do, Ha-eun? It looks like there are marks on his neck.”

“…Huh? R-really?”

“Look closely. Doesn’t it look red and swollen here?”

Ha-eun’s gaze quickly shifted to Yoo Sungjae’s neck.

Her eyes, which had been shaking like a vibrating bell just moments ago, now showed no trace of the earlier numbness, and Yoo Sungjae couldn’t help but laugh.

“Just kidding.”

“…………….”

Her gaze turned icy.

Her lips slightly pouted.

Realizing she’d been tricked, Ha-eun turned her back and took a few steps away from Yoo Sungjae.

Yoo Sungjae, belatedly apologizing for the prank, handed her a paper cup of coffee.

“Your expression was too scary. I just played a little joke.”

“…There are other things to joke about….”

“Sorry. But, now you look like the Ha-eun I know.”

Then Yoo Sungjae asked about the condition of Ha-eun’s wrist.

He cautiously added that he might have grabbed her wrist too tightly during the filming of S#130’s office scene.

“Did it hurt? I realized I might’ve held on too tight.”

“…? When?”

“When I pinned you down. When I whispered in your ear.”

At Yoo Sungjae’s detailed explanation, Ha-eun paused to recall if such a thing had happened.

But no matter how much she thought about it.

“…That was you using strength?”

“Uh.”

During the filming of S#130’s office scene, Ha-eun had never once felt Yoo Sungjae’s arm strength.

When Ha-eun honestly said this, Yoo Sungjae made a slightly deflated expression.

“…I’ve been working out… I even have a bit of a six-pack….”

Guess it doesn’t work on Ha-eun.

Yoo Sungjae awkwardly smiled and glanced at Ha-eun’s forearm.

‘It doesn’t show much on the outside. Is this what they call compressed muscle in action….’

Of course, Yoo Sungjae didn’t voice his thoughts.

Even if it was Ha-eun, talking about muscles might upset her.

If he really wanted to ask about Ha-eun’s arm muscles, he could’ve.

But he held back, fearing Ha-eun’s irritation might turn into action.

‘If someone like this gets angry, it’s genuinely scary.’

Perhaps it was because she wasn’t just intimidating in demeanor but physically intimidating as well.

Not long after, Yoo Sungjae averted his gaze.

The preparations for filming ‘S#131 Agreement’ began shortly after.

Since the child actor had just arrived on set, Ha-eun went to greet them in advance.

While there was a genuine desire to get along, the decisive reason was the atmosphere of S#131.

‘A 9-year-old might find it scary.’

Ever since seeing Kim Minseok, the child actor from <The Sunshine>, struggle during filming, Ha-eun had been extra attentive when working with child actors.

So, she calmly greeted the child actor and their mother.

She didn’t forget to say, “Please take care of me.”

“Later, your sister will just gently pat your head, Kyu-jae. She’s not going to hit you, so just stay still.”

“…Okay!”

“Good boy. See you in a bit.”

Ha-eun’s demeanor and expression returned to Yeseo’s immediately after.

The stark contrast between the friendly greeting to the child actor and the cold, detached Yeseo left Yoo Sungjae momentarily speechless as he stared at Ha-eun.

‘Anyone would think she has a split personality.’

The shift in emotions was too extreme.

It was like flipping a switch on and off.

Anyway, since Yoo Sungjae’s Kang Chansung wasn’t scheduled to appear in S#131 Agreement, he decided to just watch from afar this time, avoiding Ha-eun’s emotionless gaze.

And so, with Ha-eun and the other actors in their positions.

“…Let’s begin. Action!”

The filming of S#131 Agreement started.

｢Ah, welcome. I’m Director Yeseo.｣

The scene began with Yeseo welcoming a guest in her clean office.

Seo Junhyeok, the worker who had been protesting in front of the company building earlier, cautiously observed Yeseo’s demeanor, surprised by her unexpected hospitality.

However, since Seo Junhyeok’s son, Seo Minwoo, was also sitting on the guest sofa.

｢Um, Director. My son is starting elementary school soon…. Two hundred won is far from enough to live on.｣

He wanted to somehow negotiate for a higher compensation.

For Seo Junhyeok, who had been left half-disabled by an unexpected accident, the company’s compensation was his only option.

He could no longer work as a day laborer at construction sites.

For his family’s livelihood, he had nowhere left to retreat.

Yet.

｢Then, let me ask you a simple question.｣

Yeseo placed three 10-million-won checks on the table and replied.

｢For this adorable son of yours…. How far would you go, father?｣

Instead of understanding Seo Junhyeok’s situation, she presented one burly bodyguard and a small knife.

Yeseo’s personal curiosity or amusement demanded that Seo Junhyeok satisfy her.

He was flustered, bewildered, and baffled.

But as the tip of the small knife Yeseo held gently pointed toward the bodyguard.

And with Yeseo’s threat to sue him for obstruction if he didn’t fight the bodyguard.

｢It’s simple, father. Just close your eyes and stab once. Three thousand, right? He’s just bare-handed, bare-handed.｣

Seo Junhyeok eventually stood up, his trembling hand pointing the knife at the bodyguard.

Almost simultaneously, the bodyguard’s swift hand pinned Seo Junhyeok to the ground.

｢Agh, ah…!｣

｢Ah, Dad!!｣

Seo Minwoo, unable to understand why his father and the bodyguard were fighting, desperately tried to run to his father.

But Yeseo gently hugged Seo Minwoo.

｢Hmm, Minwoo. Your father is working right now. Don’t disturb him.｣

Her soft voice and gentle pats on his trembling head forced Seo Minwoo to watch as his father was brutally beaten by the bodyguard.

But the moment Seo Minwoo instinctively turned his head away from the terrifying sight of a person beating another.

｢…Want a snack?｣

-Shiver.

Yeseo’s perfectly calm, friendly smile sent a chill down his spine.

It was the same smile she had given him when she greeted him warmly just minutes ago, yet it felt entirely different.

Perhaps that’s why.

“Ugh, ugh…. Waaah!!”

The eerie, doll-like smile made him burst into tears.

The surrounding actors were equally startled.

“Uh, um…. Kyu, Kyu-jae?”

Naturally, Ha-eun also hurriedly tried to calm the child actor, Jung Kyu-jae.

But the sobbing showed no signs of stopping, and the filming had to pause.

To put it bluntly, it was a mess.

A child like Seo Minwoo was necessary to highlight Yeseo’s psychopathic traits.

Children like Seo Minwoo had always been a forbidden zone.

In other words, they were a device to show just how evil Yeseo was.

So Ha-eun had to somehow capture the scene with Jung Kyu-jae on camera.

There was no room for compromise in acting, then or now.

So, she headed to the waiting room where Jung Kyu-jae was with his mother.

“Sorry, Kyu-jae. Did I scare you a lot?”

After getting his mother’s permission, she gently patted Jung Kyu-jae, trying to calm him down.

But Jung Kyu-jae’s fearful gaze wouldn’t subside.

Finally, as a last resort.

“Um, mom. Does Kyu-jae like candy?”

“Yes, yes. He loves it.”

“Then, Kyu-jae….”

-Hum, hum.

“…After filming, I’ll give you lots and lots of delicious candy─☆”

“Ca…candy?”

“Yes! I have tons of sweet candy in my bag! Oh, and chocolate too─!”

She spoke in a cheerful voice entirely different from Yeseo’s.

Unaware that Yoo Sungjae outside the waiting room was desperately holding back his laughter.

 

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