The Interview, the Threesome, and the Poisoner
In a café on the ground floor of the building, Ban Do-ah stepped out of the rain in a pressed business suit, and Secretary Kim rose from the table where she'd been waiting.
When Secretary Kim raised a hand, Do-ah spotted her and came over, bowing with stiff, nervous little movements.
“Hello. I'm Ban Do-ah.”
“Hello. I'm Kim Ha-in, personal secretary to James Lee, CEO of DB Pharmaceuticals. Please, have a seat.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
The café wasn't crowded. Do-ah sat with her back ramrod straight. Secretary Kim asked, her voice laced with playful teasing,
“You were wondering if you'd come to the wrong place, weren't you?”
“Sorry?”
“Interviews are usually in an office, but here we are at a café.”
“Oh — no, ma'am.”
“Our office is on the twenty-first floor of this very building. We conduct interviews down here because security matters a great deal in our line of work. If you pass, you'll see it for yourself.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“The boss is on his way down right now, actually. Any questions before he arrives?”
She had a mountain of questions, but one rose above the rest.
“May I ask why the CEO is hiring a personal bodyguard?”
It was rare for the head of a small company to keep an exclusive bodyguard on staff. Normally they hired one through a professional security firm only when they needed one — and in practice, even that was uncommon. She had also heard that some perverts hired female bodyguards with ulterior motives in mind, which was exactly the kind of thing that worried her.
Secretary Kim nodded. “That's a fair question. Our company develops pharmaceuticals, but we don't have any products on the market yet. Everything's still in development. Right now, most of our revenue comes from the CEO's real estate investments — so he and I travel from building to building managing the properties. And every so often we run into tenants who refuse to pay rent and squat, or refuse to vacate buildings we've won at auction, and they get violent. If you're hired, your official title will be the CEO's bodyguard, but you'll also be expected to provide security for me when I go out on building management rounds. To be honest, you'll probably spend more time out with me than with him.”
“Oh. I see.”
That made sense to Do-ah. Well, that tracks.
Secretary Kim glanced around, then lowered her voice to a whisper.
“This building we're in right now? It belongs to our CEO too.”
“Oh.”
Do-ah's eyes went wide. She'd assumed this was some no-name small business, but this James Lee fellow was apparently quite wealthy.
Is the boss a foreigner?
She was still turning that over when a tall, broad-shouldered man with striking good looks came walking across the café from a distance. Secretary Kim spotted him and stood. The handsome black-haired man approached and extended a hand to Do-ah.
“Hello, I'm James Lee. You're Ban Do-ah, correct?”
He looked to be in his late twenties. Considering he'd almost certainly had BD200, he was probably older than he appeared. If Dad had gotten BD200 too, he could still be this young and healthy.
“Yes. Hello. I'm Ban Do-ah.” She accepted the handshake with careful formality.
“I'll head back up, sir.”
“Right. Good work, Secretary Kim.”
Once she was gone, Han-seok sat down. “Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you.”
The two of them faced each other across the table, and Han-seok began.
“I expect Secretary Kim covered the basics?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You'd be hired as my bodyguard, but most of the work would be accompanying Secretary Kim on her rounds. That's partly why we're looking to hire a woman, honestly. There isn't all that much to do. You may be asked to handle some office work and minor errands as well.”
“Yes, sir. Whatever you need, I'll do it to the best of my ability.”
“Doesn't it strike you as strange?”
“Sorry?”
“Why we passed your application. You didn't study security, you've never worked for a security firm, you have no experience, and you're young.”
“I... couldn't say, sir.”
“I saw your videos online. Youth taekwondo championship. Judo tournament gold. A jiu-jitsu title. Last year, the women's bantamweight boxing championship. All your winning matches.”
“Ah. Yes...” Do-ah flushed faintly and scratched her cheek.
“Are you by any chance the daughter of the fighter Ban Seok? The MMA fighter?”
“...Yes, sir.”
Han-seok tilted his head slightly. “I was a fan of his, actually. When I saw your surname, I wondered. Your face — forgive me if this is rude — looks nothing like his.”
“That's all right. I hear it a lot. I take after my mother.”
“The athletic genes, I take it, come from your father.”
“Yes, sir.”
“How is your father's health? I believe I read an article saying he'd been unwell.”
“Yes... he goes to the hospital.”
“That was an intrusive question. I apologize.”
“No, it's fine. Really.”
“Anyway.” Han-seok folded his arms. “Here's a question for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Say an armed man with a knife attacks you while you're on the job. What do you do?”
“Um... I would block him with my own body if I had to. I would protect you and Secretary Kim no matter what.”
“I asked because I figured you'd say that.”
“Sir?”
“I'll provide you with a collapsible three-section baton, pepper spray, and a taser. That's what you use. If anything goes wrong, the responsibility is mine. Stay alert, react fast, and stop the threat — that's all. Don't try to show off your fighting skills. And don't go strutting around acting like a bodyguard, either.”
“Understood, sir.”
“The salary is exactly what's posted on the recruitment site, and it'll go up the longer you stay. Have you heard about our benefits?”
“Ah... not yet.”
“If you're hired, meals are covered. You'll have access to the staff-only gym and the library. Work well for three months and we'll set you up in an officetel nearby as company housing. And there's a drug in development — once it's finished, you may be able to take it for free.”
“There's a gym?”
Do-ah's interest visibly sharpened at that particular detail.
“There is. Fully equipped with all the latest machines — I think you'll like it. Any other offers on the table?”
“...No, sir. None.”
“Then report at ten tomorrow morning. Come to the twenty-first floor and call for Secretary Kim.”
“Really?”
“Then I'll see you tomorrow.”
Lee Han-seok rose from his seat.
“Thank you, sir! I'll work hard!” Do-ah bowed at a full ninety degrees.
Han-seok left the café.
Rain streaked down the window.
“Taking the bed out of the living room was a good call, Ha-in.” Han-seok murmured it half to himself.
On the bed in the officetel's living room, Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha — wearing nothing but their underwear — were licking at Han-seok's nipples from either side. He gathered both women into his arms and shivered pleasantly as they teased his chest. Secretary Kim leaned up to kiss him, while Eun-ha slid down his body, took his hardening cock in hand, and began to lick it.
He'd been alone in his office going through paperwork that evening when, on a whim, he'd texted the two women — both already off the clock.
Both had answered instantly, and the threesome was on.
On the TV, a rerun of Let's Find Out — the episode covering Ahn Byung-gook's death — was playing.
“You two seen this one?” Han-seok sat up and raised the volume with the remote. Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha amiably shared his cock between their tongues.
Secretary Kim, who had been sucking on his balls, glanced up at the screen. “Wasn't it Ahn Sung-chul? From what I've read, the Chairman was already grooming Sung-chul to succeed him, but then he apparently changed his mind — announced he'd pose some kind of challenge to all four sons and hand the chairmanship to whoever solved it.”
“Huh. So Sung-chul killed him before his brothers could steal it out from under him?”
“That's what they're saying. Take it with a grain of salt.”
Jang Eun-ha, working the head of his cock at high speed, flicked her tongue just beneath the glans as she spoke. “The way I see it, it was Ahn Sung-yong.”
“What makes you say that?”
“His face.”
“Are you actually a scientist?”
“Statistics are science. Or maybe the second son, Ahn Sung-min. They say the wine Ahn Byung-gook drank right before he died was a gift from Sung-min. No poison was detected, but it could have been a slow-acting compound administered in divided doses.”
“Divided-dose poisoning, huh. Didn't know that. And I had no idea Sung-min was secretly the heir of the Tang Clan of Sichuan.”
“Who knows? Maybe a murim cultivator reincarnated as the second son of a chaebol family. Something like that.”
“Enough talk.”
At Han-seok's single word, Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha reached back in unison and unclasped their bras. They rolled their panties down as well, then got down side by side on all fours, presenting their luscious, inviting behinds.
Han-seok rubbed his cock against Secretary Kim's wet pussy before pushing it into her hole.
“Mmmnh.”
Her breasts swayed and bounced as he began to piston into her. Han-seok slid a finger into Eun-ha's hole and stimulated her G-spot, and both women began moving their hips to a steady shared rhythm.
“Aaahng — nnghh.”
Secretary Kim's juices dribbled down from her pussy as she buried her face in the bedsheets.
Jang Eun-ha spoke up. “Everyone except Ahn Sung-jun — all three of them — has no alibi for the estimated time of death. They all left the dinner table one at a time. Each of them had more than enough time to visit the study where Ahn Byung-gook was. And yet the only thing unusual they found in his body was the alcohol from the wine. Nothing else.”
Han-seok pulled out and shifted sideways, pressing his cock against Eun-ha's pussy. The moment the head slipped into her hole, she pushed her hips back to meet him on her own. His cock sank slowly into her depths.
“Aaahh.” Eun-ha arched her head back with a moan.
Han-seok rubbed Secretary Kim's clit with his fingers as he thrust.
“Hahh... hahh...”
His exclusive females soon fell back into that same steady rhythm, hips rolling in unison.
Secretary Kim spoke between breaths. “I was reading the forums — some people are saying it was a side effect of BD200. Do you think that's possible?”
“That makes no sense either. Look at how many people worldwide have taken BD200. And out of all of them, only Ahn Byung-gook develops that side effect? Come on. Right, senior?”
“Mm. It's implausible. The probability's far too low.”
Secretary Kim asked, “Then what's your read, sir? The second son, Ahn Sung-min?”
Han-seok answered.
“Me.”
“Sir?”
Jang Eun-ha and Secretary Kim both turned their heads.
“I'm the one who did it.”