A "Common" Cleaning Service (1)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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A break.

Today, the fake grandfather of hers decided to take a break and close his bar for the time being.

Of course, Young Mirae found the news delightful. Who wouldn't love a break from work and cleaning? However, Young Mirae could not celebrate for long when he explained the reason behind the sudden call for a break.

"I need to understand my new identity?" she queried, confusion filled her voice.

"Yes," he answered plainly.

She watched the sagged ball wearing his eyeglasses while switching the pages of the newspaper he was reading. Young Mirae stood before the desk occupied by her fake grandfather.

His wishes brought turmoil to her head. What was there to understand other than what she had read in the background information written on the papers? Was that not enough knowledge?

Young Mirae crossed his arms and shot, "Excuse you, I completely understand every tiny thing about her."

"...I don't think you do."

Her eyebrow lifted from the response. What made him so pushy about her portraying her new identity?

"Then I will do it, as you say. Only if you would trade me the information about my enemy. Give me every single piece of data about 'em."

However, no matter how Young Mirae attempted to create a trade with the pigheaded sagged ball, she would fail every try. She caught the clenching of his jaw when he denounced, "Baek Sunhi has no enemy."

"With just the two of us here in your office, refrain from calling me Baek Sunhi. I am Young Mirae," she battled.

"...If so, please leave my office. I want to talk with Baek Sunhi, not a crazy spoiled brat." He lowered the newspaper in his hands before pronouncing, "That identity is originally given to you, for you to live normally. Act like it or you will have to leave my office."

So it appeared; to live with this new name, new identity, Young Mirae needed to forget her origin.

The entirety of her nature.

She never wished for this to happen, nor she thought of being oblivious of the world she had lived in.

"Oh, you don't have to tell me that. I'll be fucking glad to leave your office and your condo, old man. I reckon I would gain nothing from you anyway!" Young Mirae burst and pushed the door behind her.

Fuck, she gave up. There was nothing she could do with that fake grandfather. He declined to spill a single word about the people she was looking for. He would never say anything, no matter what!

'Stingy!' Young Mirae angrily said inwardly, stomping in the hallway. The sounds of her shoes stomping echoed through the place.

These conspicuous noises called the attention of the niece who came out from the other side. "Where are you going, Sunhi?" she inquired.

Young Mirae halted from her tracks. A sudden swarm of jealousy washed in when she recalled the niece's introduction yesterday. "...You know, you got a beautiful name. I know someone who once had it too."

"...What?" baffled the niece.

"I'm leaving this place. It's suffocating to live under the same roof with that sagged ball," Young Mirae grumbled.

"Sunhi," called the niece. Young Mirae saw her walking toward her position and continued, "I may not know what happened between you and uncle, but you don't have to go this far and leave. I will talk to him."

With a hand on Young Mirae's shoulder, the niece suggested, "Rather, why don't you try and cool your head for the time being?"

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She surveyed the old three-floor building standing before her, looking like it was in need of an upgrade. Commercial stores were around it, and an alley next to it was pointing to a parking building standing tall at the back.

Questions ran wild in her head and drew it in turmoil when she became conscious of her decisions.

What was she doing, showing up in front of the building which the stranger told her to go to? What came into her mind to accept his offer?

Earlier, she caught herself calling the telephone number written on the business card she received from the man. Inside the telephone box, she was attentive as she listened to the instructions on how to go to the place he was referring to.

Young Mirae recalled the words of the man the night he talked to her. He said that this job would require her to clean like hell. Yet again. But this time, he added, she would clean in different places and work for different clients.

'I hated cleaning, but what am I thinking about coming here?'

She shook off her complaints a second before she thought of earning money. Whatever. This would be a splendid chance to make money and familiarize Bucheon.

If she had earned enough money, Young Mirae promised herself that she would leave that condominium without hesitation.

'Shouldn't I buy a phone, first?'

To her, it was inconvenient to not own a phone these days. Her plan to charge the people who killed her family could not progress because she needed the power of someone trustworthy.

'Will he return to Korea? Did the news reach him already?'

She doubted her friend could come home and find her. After all, his parents were sterner than the elders of the Young Family.

Similar to her, his family sent him to a foreign country to study and work at their branch company stationed in Hong Kong. Yet to her comparison, that guy was much luckier since his family sustained his needs.

Argh, just by bringing the incident, simply annoyed Young Mirae.

Hence, what made her think of this friend so much? Perhaps it was because he was the only person Young Mirae trusted. The only loyal who was alive.

A good childhood friend of hers, and a suited person to ask for the information about the people she was looking for. She believed that that friend would no doubt dig his way to get even the deepest details of these people. Without getting discovered.

Tossing the thoughts away from her head, she realized nothing would happen if she kept waiting for someone's help. But it would come out as a lie if she would assert that she did not want anyone's support.