Chapter 10: Emergency

~A month Later~

Choi Y/n POV:

As I tuck Bossman's bedcover, I could see at the corner of my eye that he's looking at me. I try to keep calm. Maybe he's just checking if I'm doing my job properly. Now and then I could hear clinks of glass that came from his direction. He's drinking...at 8 in the morning? This guy is one piece of work.

I continued my work, trying the best I can to focus and not shift my gaze to him. I fluffed his pillows and put it in its rightful place. I then tuck the comforter under the bed, so that it would look neat and tidy. I heaved a sigh of relief knowing that I've cleaned his room and I can get the hell out of there. I make my way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Bossman asked me. I turned my body a little to look at him. "Out?" I said. "You're not done yet, why would you leave?" He questions me in his serious tone. "B-but I've cleaned the bed, the couch, the side tables, dusted the furniture, arranged your champagnes, vacuumed and mopped Bossman" I listed down what I've done so that he would be clear that I did everything I should.

"What about this coffee table in front of me? It's a mess. Bottles of champagnes and some of its contents are spilled across the table. Why didn't you clean this up?" He asked me. He's been really intimidating lately. I don't have the guts to fight back. "I'll clean that up immediately Mr. Stephen" I bowed. That's what I called him when I think it isn't the appropriate time to call him Bossman.

I fetched my cleaning kit and make my way to the coffee table. Before I could even wipe the spilled champagne, Bossman voiced out. "You haven't answered my question. Why didn't you cleaned this up earlier?" He asked as he take another sip of champagne.

Well...because your nosy ass won't go away while I clean and I don't feel comfortable when you're gazing at me that way. I thought to myself. I can't possibly say that can I? I'll be fired in no time. I tried to think of a response that might make sense. "You're still drinking and using this coffee table, so I thought I would just clean it up right after you're done. That's why I wanted to leave just now". I prayed that my answer would make sense.

I see him nodding his head at my response. Probably agreeing to my choice in that circumstances. "I'm done now. Go clean it up. I need to go and bathe" he said. When he leaves, I immediately wipe the spilled champagne. I then cleared the champagne bottle and brought it out.

I went down the long flight of stairs to the kitchen so that I can dispose the bottles of champagnes. All of a sudden, my hand grazed against a sharp edge of the champagne bottle and I bleed. "Ouch!" I ran to the kitchen and immediately dispose the champagne bottles.

'Hey Y/n!" I felt a tap on my shoulder and immediately jolted. I turn only to see a smiling YeongHan Oppa. "Kamchagiya! You almost gave me a heart attack" I said. Then I noticed his smile turned to a frown as he shifted his gaze to my hands. "Oh my god...What happened?" He took my hand examined it.

"Uhm...My hand grazed against the sharp part of the champagne bottle. But I'm okay, don't worry" I assured him with a smile. "The wound's kinda long. I'll go get the first aid kit." He rushed to the kitchen's cabinet and took out a red box out . He then rushed to my side. He place my hand under the running tap water to clean the wound. He then took out a glass bottle that I assume are antibiotics. He put a few drops of antibiotics on the cotton pad and dabs it on my hand gently. "Aah!" I half shouted as I feel the stinging sensation from the antibiotics.

"I'm sorry" he said as he meticulously dab more antibiotics-soaked cotton pad on my hand. I didn't realize that I've been staring at him the entire time. I can't help it when he looked so gorgeous.

"There you go..." He said as he plastered the wounded area.

I smiled at him before thanking him. "Thank you so much" I said. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I get lost in his eyes. "No problem...Be careful next time missy" He said while nudging my nose. I chuckled at his playful gesture.

For a minute it was really silent. Both of us were lost in each other's eyes, staring deeply into each other's soul. His eyes...They're beautiful. I could stare at them all d-

"What are you guys doing?" A voice was heard behind me and it sounded all too familiar. It's Bossman's.

I immediately turn my head to see Bossman in his navy blue bathrobe, with his hands on his waist and eyebrows arched. I blinked multiples of times trying to chuck out an answer right until YeongHan Oppa voiced out. "I-i aided her because her hand grazed against a sharp object". YeongHan Oppa stepped forward to clarify things. Awwhh...he's such a gentleman. A light smile landed on my lips as I looked at him.

"What? Your hand got hurt?" Bossman rushed to me and scrutinized my plastered hand. He stroked the plastered area and sigh. "How did this happen?" He asked. My eyes travels all over his face.

There it is again. The boy. Why does looking at him most of the time, gives me a flashbacks of an unknown boy?

I arched my eyebrow. Who's this boy anyways.

Bossman then looked at me with... Such concern. Why would he be? After all I'm just a maid. There's no reason to be worried over a small cut.

"My hand brushed against a sharp section of the champagne bottle" I said. He looks up and stares deeply in to my eyes. "I'm sorry. I should've checked before asking you to clean it up"

~A Sudden Flashback Came to Y/n:

"Y/n are you okay? Aishh...you clumsy little girl. I told you not to run! Look, now your knees are bleeding" the boy carried Y/n bridal style to a nearby bench at the park.

"Oppa it hurts..." Drops of tears escapes Y/n's eyes. She scraped her knees after she ran to get to the boy.

"Be careful next time princess" the boy patted her head.

~End of Flashback

"I-i'm fine..." I said as I retract my hand from his touch. Wh-what's going on I'm so confused. He seem to snap out of as he shook his head.

*Clears throat* "Careful next time" and with that he leaves the kitchen without saying another word.

Narrator's POV:

Alex hiked up the stairs and stopped abruptly. He then looked down to the kitchen area. "Careful next time... Princess" He smiles to himself and continues to make his way to his room.

~8 pm that day~

Alex's POV:

I'm feeling Retrana Vonze today. Let's where something... classy shall we. I whistled as I picked out an outfit to wear to a business meeting.

"Looking deadly attractive as usual Prince Charming" I winked at myself in the mirror. I think your jaw would drop seeing me in these. I smiled to myself as I think of you. But then my smile turns to a frown when I remembered what happened just now. He was...touching you. How dare he even lay a finger on you. He's lucky he was just helping you.

I would've plucked his head off if that wasn't the case.

Just as I was gelling up my hair, my phone rang annoyingly. "Argh...why now when I'm getting ready" I answered the call. "What Nick?" I'm clearly pissed. I could hear heavy breathing through the phone. What's going on?

"B-boss one of our biggest factories got trespassed by rival gangs. They're turning the p-place upside down. Most of the workers suffer from major casualties and I think some others might be dead." He said. My eyes widen at the the news.

"Then what the hell are you even waiting for!? LOAD UP YOUR DAMN GUN IDIOT!!!" I screamed at him. Where did he put his common sense at?

"B-but boss...me and the others ran away. They're too strong. They seem to carry a very advanced weaponry. We can't f-fight them." He said still panting.

"DID YOU LEAVE YOUR DAMN BALLS AT HOME!? YOU COWARD!" I screamed, unable to contain my extreme anger. This cannot be happening. "I-i'm sorry boss, but there's nothing we can do about it. They definitely outdo us in terms of manpower, weaponry and skills. Most of the staff in the factory are only factory workers with no self-defense skills whatsoever. We're done for Boss!" No way! This will not happen. I will not fail like how appa did. I can't just watch the empire that I've built collapse with the blink of an eye.

"Now you listen here Nick...I'm...We're not gonna stand and just watch all of this happen. We built all of this together for years now. All we need to do is upgrade our defense, recruit stronger and impenetrable defense. Moreover, that's not my only factory. There's factory in Daejeon, Cheongyang, Boryeong, Seocheon, Gunsan and Jeonju. We shouldn't be too worried about the business. What needs to be your concern right now is handling the the casualties. The victims and the injured. Handle the funerals and explain to their families. Insurance, funeral fee and etcetera should be written off under my account." I said . I trying chalking out the best solution for the moment.

"O-okay boss" and with that, I hung up the phone. For several times I tapped my chin with my phone and afterwards I dialed a person's number. It rings for a few seconds before someone picks it up. "Good Evening Mr. Stephen... How can I help you?" My secretary answers the phone. "Uhm Lisa...Please arrange a meeting for me and Mr. Min tomorrow morning. It's urgent" I said. "I'll get to it immediately Mr. Stephen" She says and I hung up the phone immediately.

Alex's Devil : You really don't realize it huh?

Alex: The hell are you talking about

Alex's Devil : People are dying because of you!

Alex: It's not my fault! I didn't kill them! I said as I cupped my ears. The voices...It's haunting me. Why is it coming again? Why can't they go away?

~Flashback~

"Son...You have finally t-taken m-my t-traits" Richard Alonzo Stephen blurted out, as the last bit of his energy ebbed away. He cups his stomach that's bleeding profusely from the stab that came from his very own son. He finally collapsed. Energy drained as he tries to handle the extreme pain.

"No!" I said as that image flashes on my mind.

Alex's Devil: It's okay. He deserves it anyways. You only did what you gotta do. You're born a sinner anyways and nothing can change that.

Alex's Angel: Deserve it or not... it's wrong. You're better than that Steph. Repent and move on. You have more in life than to mourn over spilled milk.

*Knocks*

"Bossman! Are you okay?" Maybe that's you. Who else could it be. "Y-yeah..." I said weakly. "Okay then... If you need me I'll be at the kitchen" you raised your voice so as to make it clear.

"Yeah whatever..." I stand up and correct my posture. That old man won't stop hunting me will he? I guess I'll just bear with it.

I know my profession is bad. I know I hurt people. But what do you expect me to do? This have been the only thing I know how to do. I've grown into this profession ever since Father died. What else am I gonna do if not this? It's a part of me now. Who else am I suppose to blame besides Father?

He's been the one that have orchestrated my miseries, nightmares and sufferings. Nobody's to be blamed but him. No matter how many damages he'd done to me, no matter how many things that he should've been held accountable for but never did, I never have the heart to hate him. Yes I blame him and yes I despise my life. But I don't hate him.

This probably explains why I felt guilty having his blood on my hands. I never thought my extreme anger could lead me to execute my own father.

I never forgive myself since that day. I've became a cold-blooded murderer, a sinner, just like the old man. No one knows how much I want to escape all of this, grab you along and just run away to paradise. This harmful lifestyle is bringing me nowhere but hell.