The morning sun filtered through the blinds of my office, casting long shadows across the desk piled with documents and renovation plans. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla that clung to my skin—a reminder of the turbulent days behind me. But today, I was done playing nice. Someone was messing with my work, and they were about to learn just how ruthless I could be.
I stared at the blueprints of the new branch, my fingers drumming on the table as I replayed the events of the past week in my mind. Missing shipments, incorrect materials, sudden delays—it was all too coincidental, too precise. Someone was out to sabotage my project, and they were doing a damn good job at it. But they had underestimated me. I wasn't just some pushover who would roll over and let my hard work crumble. No, I was Jiyeon, and I was about to make them regret ever crossing me.
