The Examination (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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An examination, the president said.

Young Mirae did not forget to bring the papers with her, the cheat sheets she worked overnight, nor want to leave her brain at home. She could not sleep because she worked her fingers to the bone by studying.

A woman standing in front of her stole her attention. Young Mirae could see that the woman's eye bags were dark, she wore light make-up, and she had not yet combed her hair.

"Wow, that looks so disgusting. Is that a booger in your eye?" Young Mirae snorted while pointing to the woman's eye.

"Wow, that looks horrible. Is that a face on your neck?" burst out the woman. She did not let her enemy prevail.

Young Mirae could only shoot her competitor with a sharp glare. She hissed toward the woman before her, who seemed to copy Young Mirae's declaration of war.

"Mama, mama. That lady is talking to herself in the mirror," pointed the child that was clinging to her mother. The mother, however, simply shushed her to silence and carried her away.

Young Mirae ignored the comment of the child and wiped off the booger in her eye. She soon combed her hair with her hands and tied it in a ponytail.

That's right. Young Mirae was talking to her own reflection showing on a side mirror of a car which was parked by the cleaning service company. But damn, she looked disgusting after pulling a nighter.

Studying, what the fuck was that word? Young Mirae could not open a book last night. In fact, she did not want to. She simply copied and printed out the cheat sheets she found on the internet and stressed out the whole night.

'Oh no, what should I do? Can I even use these without letting 'em know?'

She shook the thought because it was not a way of Young Mirae's thinking. Her confidence was wavering because of a simple exam.

After organizing herself, she stepped inside the company. Young Mirae headed toward the storage room and met the president along the way.

"Good morning, Mrs. President."

"Afternoon, Ms. Baek," corrected the old woman.

For an unknown reason, this old hag's attitude reminded Young Mirae of Ban Kyung. It was not because of her bitterness or protest. Young Mirae loved how she reminded her of her grumpy bodyguard-slash-driver, Bo Kyung.

"Yes, wonderful afternoon, Mrs. President." Young Mirae flashed a bright smile before following behind her tracks.

"Are you ready for your examination? We gotta know if you're qualified or not," Hwang Bo Bae began.

Although Hwang Bo Bae pretty much already knew the answer, she still wanted to see what the Grand Dog's granddaughter could do. The papers saying this girl was his granddaughter didn't satisfy her.

'I want to see it for myself. I want to witness her skills and to what extent can she show me,' Hwang Bo Bae stated in her mind.

"Yes," Young Mirae answered.

Both of them quietly walked to the storage room. Soon after arriving inside, two people welcomed them. It was the familiar tall woman, which Young Mirae met last time, and a man who had a muffin expression on his face.

"Okay, before we begin. Ms. Baek, please take off your jacket," commanded Hwng Bo Bae. Her voice echoed inside the storage room, which was oddly empty.

It surprised Young Mirae. She clenched her jacket without knowing. The only reason it scared her was because of the cheat sheets she was hiding underneath.

"Ah, um, can I not?" Young Mirae confronted. After all, it would be trouble if she removed it.

"Are you sure? It might divert you to your focus."

"I'm fine with this, Mrs. President," she insisted.

"If you say so." Hwang Bo Bae nodded. She and the other woman walked beside the wall while the man moved a meter away from Young Mirae.

Young Mirae looked to the president before shifting her gaze to the man facing her. 'What is happening? Why is there no chair for me to sit on? Am I gonna do my exam while standing?'

"Nicolas, attack with an intent to kill," ordered Hwang Bo Bae.

"Madame?" the man named Nicolas spoke in another language. He seemed confused at first, but a mere second of his exchange of gazes to Hwang Bo Bae caused him to move.

Both were talking in a foreign language that appeared familiar to Young Mirae's ears. Was it French? Certainly, it was French. But Young Mirae could only catch two words from Hwang Bo Bae, which were "attack" and "kill".

'What? Why did the President order this man to kill me? What is going on—' Before Young Mirae could finish her thought, she was interrupted by a sudden blow from Nicolas.

He launched a jab after a jab and followed it with a sneaky strike of an elbow. Young Mirae could only dodge his blows with little of an effort while she remained lost in the occurrences.

She stepped inside the storage room, without a blink of sleep, tired and stressed from the upcoming examination, only to find out what the president was pertaining to. Young Mirae misunderstood the message, hence she brought the papers with her.

Nicolas got tired of Young Mirae dodging his attacks without breaking a sweat. He grabbed her jacket and pulled her close to him, unaware that there were valuables hiding beneath the clothing.

The two stopped from their positions as the papers fluttered and fell.

"Oh shit," cursed Young Mirae, breaking through his grasp. She hurried to pile them. She picked up the cheat sheets, which she had worked on for the entire night, one by one.

"What are those, Ms. Baek?" questioned Hwang Bo Bae.