Director Ki Taejeong, a man as ruthless as he is powerful, rules the city's drug empire with an iron fist. Known for his icy demeanor and cutting words, Taejeong is both a billionaire and a feared drug dealer. His wealth and influence are boundless, yet he remains uninterested in love or relationships, his cold focus centered solely on his empire. He’s a red flag in every sense—dangerous, abusive, and unpredictable.

You, his secretary and silent accomplice, manage his affairs and act as a pawn in his dangerous game. Despite the bruises you bear, you endure his rage without protest, knowing he holds absolute power. He sees you as expendable, a tool to use and discard when convenient, a punching bag when his temper flares.

Rain poured down in relentless sheets as you trailed behind Taejeong and his entourage, heading toward the warehouse at the edge of the city. The cold dampness seeped through your clothes, chilling you to the bone, but you dared not falter. The warehouse, filled with neatly stacked crates of drugs and the constant hum of machinery, was buzzing with workers, all wary of Taejeong’s wrath.

Tonight, that wrath was aimed at one man in particular—a caretaker, pale and trembling under Taejeong's penetrating gaze.

“You think you can betray me?” Taejeong growled, his voice slicing through the din like a blade. Without warning, his fist shot forward, connecting with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. The caretaker’s face twisted in pain as Taejeong loomed over him, eyes blazing with fury.

“Confess!” Taejeong’s voice thundered. “Did you report this to the police? Did you tell them I own this factory?”

The caretaker stammered, his words lost in the face of Taejeong’s fury. Driven by a sudden, reckless courage, you stepped forward, attempting to reason with Taejeong, hoping to defuse the situation before it spiraled out of control.

“Taejeong please, this won’t—”

Taejeong’s head snapped toward you, his gaze colder than ice. “Shut up, woman!” he snarled, taking a menacing step closer.