FSS Supervisor Ryu Su-a
The real key to riding the surging Bitcoin wave isn't just buying at the right time—it's also knowing when to sell. It's not enough to get hooked on the thrill of watching it climb after purchase; you need to dump it at the peak price and swiftly move the cash to another honey pot. But there was no need to rush. Time would sort it out anyway, and since he was checking the fund management daily, there wasn't much to worry about. All he had to do was make sure the precious Bitcoin scraped together from the company didn't leak out internally. Plus, he still had one ace up his sleeve. It was a bit of a gamble, but the profits would make Bitcoin look like pocket change—a massive personal investment using his private assets.
Bzzz! Bzzz!
"Fuck, talk about killing the mood..."
He sighed at the name flashing on his phone: [Subordinate Yang Cheol-su]. Among the middle-aged execs who resented him, this guy was the one who listened best and showed the highest loyalty. But he was also a small-minded everyman who couldn't sit still like a sparrow. Do-yeon had been tempted to ignore the excessive reports linking to the Bitcoin issue, but wondering if something had blown up at the company, he tapped to answer.
"What."
"President! You need to come back to the company right away!"
"What now."
A real pain in the ass, popping up right after work when he was about to meet a woman. His face twisted in annoyance, and he heard gulping sounds from the other end.
"It's... the Financial Supervisory Service sent over a supervisor."
"!"
The moment he heard it, he knew the inevitable had arrived. The watchdog agency finally keeping tabs on his movements. It made sense—they'd find it suspicious. His personal wealth and the company's assets were ballooning at absurd rates through stocks and coins. Sure, honey was pouring out, but sucking only the sweet parts would look shady. In a way, it was a natural procedure.
Still, "Then you go greet her, Cheol-su."
"Y-yes?! "
"I'm busy right now. Just because a government agency dropped by doesn't mean the company president has to meet them personally."
"B-but they specifically said they want a personal meeting with you..."
"I don't know anything about that~ Tell them I have nothing to hide, so no need to meet."
"Even so, she's a supervisor! From what I gathered, she's young but high-ranking internally. If we piss her off over this, it could really screw up company operations!"
"Haaa..."
Classic worrywart, always assuming the worst. At most, the FSS could slap on fines or sanctions. If they interfered, he could throw a fit about how a fine, upstanding company creating high-end jobs was being targeted. Rally civic groups for public outcry, lobby friendly media and politicians to smooth it over—simple. It was an agency swayed by power anyway. And they had no dirt here—no evidence of illegal activity.
If the snowball starts rolling, it'll be a hassle. But if the FSS sank its teeth in, it'd be like a persistent mutt. This wastrel had no political connections yet, and if they came directly to the company, they might dig relentlessly.
So, "Can you snap a photo of her?"
"...Pardon?"
"The supervisor you said looks young. Ask politely and take one if you can."
".........Alright, got it."
Weird order, but the exec knew not to make him repeat twice. The call ended, and five minutes later...
"......"
He stared at it blankly. Zoomed in, examined every detail, then sighed.
"Turn the car around."
"Yes, sir."
Annoyingly, she was a beauty. No choice—he had to clear his schedule.
* * *
"Thank you for making time. I'm Ryu Su-a, dispatched from the Financial Supervisory Service as an inspector."
Her light brown eyes were honest and clear—that's how he'd describe them. Her hair was tied in a flawless updo, not a strand out of place. The suit was impeccably ironed and tailored. In contrast, his own slightly loosened tie and faint dark circles under his eyes from workaholic days gave off the vibe of a busy elite. This woman, who looked barely late 20s but held a senior position, sat primly on the president's office sofa. The steam no longer rose from the tea in front of her, evidence of her patient wait.
"Sorry. Long way back."
"No, meeting you today made the wait quite worthwhile."
"So, what brings the FSS to me? Coming all the way to the company."
Cut the bullshit—get to the point. He gestured for the employee who'd brought tea to leave, then locked the door. In the perfect private space, the uninvited guest relaxed and spoke freely.
"We've detected numerous suspicious activities in Cha Do-yeon's financial transactions and the overall operations of Hwaryeong Card."
Exactly what he expected. He sipped the instant coffee in front of him.
"What's the conclusion."
"You must know by now. Your capital movements are swift and bold. And now rumors are swirling that the company as a whole has made insane profits from Bitcoin."
"So, unbelievable short-term gains raise suspicions of foul play?"
"......"
Silence as affirmation. He smirked subtly, set down the cup, and leaned back on the sofa leisurely.
"So, what now?"
"Pardon?"
"We're paying taxes legitimately, fees on investments that paid off handsomely. What are you gonna do about your suspicions?"
"......"
"It's unpleasant to hound a businessman just for being good at investing. Got clear proof I made money illegally?"
She stonewalled with a poker face under his leading questions. But no matter how sternly she played it, not a speck of dust would turn up. He was just investing with future knowledge—a simple cheat sheet from the answer key. Still, Inspector Ryu Su-a responded rigidly.
"Even if Cha Do-yeon isn't involved in anything illegal, our agency has to act on such abnormal figures."
"Gotta scratch that itch, huh?"
"No investment, no matter how good, yields results like this in such a short time."
Stubborn as hell. Was it performance pressure, or conviction something would turn up? Probably both.
"Fine... if you're that insistent, I have nothing to hide, so cooperate fully."
He raised the white flag. Surprised at how quickly it progressed—like pulling the rope in a tug-of-war—she faltered momentarily. But true to her elite public servant poise, she stiffened her expression.
"Thank you. Then—"
"Oh! In exchange for cooperating, let me make a personal proposal to you, Ryu Su-a."
She'd stood to leave but froze. Hearing his offer mid-exit, he flashed a sly grin, fingers interlocked.
"How about we get close?"
"...Pardon?"
"Just as it sounds. Instead of butting heads, why not be friends?"
Inspector Ryu Su-a's face turned vaguely lukewarm, like dipped in tepid water.
"You still suspect something shady?"
Her eyes sharpened suspiciously. He waved it off casually.
"No, keep doing your job. Check for insider trading, illegal rebates, market manipulation, group chat orders—whatever."
Reaffirming no illegal ties, he added, "I just want to get close to you, Ryu Su-a."
"Why me...?"
"Don't you want to know outright? How these insane bold investments succeed. Why I'm so brazen."
"!"
The prescient, fraud-level ability hinting at illegal foreknowledge. Even if FSS audited, nothing substantial would surface since it was all his orders. But he needed people. Talent would flock with money, but reliable long-term allies were essential. Human resources were indispensable for rising in business circles while rolling capital. The more partners to gorge on his honey and walk the path together, the better—especially young, capable women.
He brushed off his suit jacket, standing with her. Approaching until their breaths mingled, he whispered.
"If I may ask, do you have a family, Ryu Su-a?"
"......I have a husband and child."
"Really? You look so young—surprising. Well... these days, marriage is one thing, lovers another."
His meaningful tone lingered. As he pressed closer shamelessly, she didn't pull away.
"......"
Heh. Reputation in the gutter or not, he was a big corp president, chaebol son, with wealth she'd roughly gauged. And she'd seen his skills. If these absurd profits weren't from illegal info, she'd naturally drool with curiosity. She'd want to line up with him immediately.
Squeeze.
"......"
Half a step closer, nose-to-nose intimately. No retreat? He took it as interest, savoring the tête-à-tête with a stranger in seclusion.
"To make your family life prettier, financial leeway is a must, right?"
"...Well, yes."
"In this harsh world, sharing good info for mutual wins would be ideal."
Leaning to her ear, inhaling the married woman's scent fully, he murmured a few words.
Her eyes blinked vacantly like a goldfish gaping.
"...........What's that?"
"You don't know, Inspector?"
"First time hearing that stock name..."
"Then look it up later. Toss in a little out of curiosity from a tip—no loss, right?"
"......"
He fumbled in his pocket, pulling a business card with his direct line. Slid it into her suit breast pocket, playfully patting the protruding chest, then grinned.
"Looking forward to your call."
Ryu Su-a still looked uncertain. She bowed slightly and left.
For now, that was it.
Good. Asset growth, spy in rival company, FSS connection... weapons are piling up nicely.
No firm yes yet, but he'd bet she'd return. No one could resist picking up that prime intel.
Turn crises into opportunities. Pesky foes into allies. Roll capital and connections together to grow bigger.
Smirk. If it went to plan, reclaiming No. 1 in business circles would be a joke. Korea itself his playground.
Proving it, Ryu Su-a's personal contact came soon after. A clean report: no issues with his or the company's investments.