Y/N adjusted her glasses and watched as Zico carried the boy into the warehouse before turning her attention back to the man in front of her.  He had an eyebrow raised as he waited for an answer from his previous question.

"No actually, I didn't believe you would come here. A businessman such as yourself shouldn't bother with my business." She says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Your business? Can I talk to an actual adult please? This little girl doesn't know the first thing about running an empire. L/N Enterprises will go down in flames and so will you." He sighs and turns to look at the warehouse house, clicking his tongue before turning back to her.

"What makes you think I'm not capable?" Y/N grits her teeth.

"For one, you are dressed horribly. Second, you're just a kid. And third, you don't know how to act like an adult to save your life." He continues to talk down on her.

The more he talks the angrier Y/N becomes and the people around her begin to shuffle backwards, fearing the worst.

"You're right. I'm all of those things." Y/N smiles at him.

She sighs and takes a step forward, her hand outstretched.

"I'm glad you've come to your senses." He smiles and hold out his hand as well.

Once his hand was in her grip, he was immediately on the ground with a gun pointed to his temple, the smile still on Y/N's face.

"I am all of those things, but you underestimate my power. I could pull this trigger and you'd be dead. You wouldn't want that now would you Mr. Park?" Y/N asks sweetly.

"Fuck you." He spits on to the ground.

"Ooh, I love it when they play hard to get." Y/N looks up and speaks to the nearest person she could find.

Mr. Park struggles in her grasp and she sighs, deciding against the urge to kill him. Instead she hits the back of his head with the gun, making all of his body movements stop as he falls unconscious. She stands up straight and puts the gun back in her backpack, sighing deeply.

"Bring him inside. He needs to be taught a lesson." She tells the same person she talked to before.

They nod and drag his body in, the rest of the crowd disappearing after. Her phone vibrated and she answers it, a scowl on her face.

"Hello, father." She answers.

"Mr. Park?" He asks.

"Oh yes, he was here. He was quite the disrespectful man. Shall I send a present?" She asks.

"Don't ask me that, just tell me when it is done and if I need to hire someone to clean it up." He says.

"Don't worry, once I'm done with him you won't have to worry about him taking clients behind your back." She smiles.

"You really are scary, you know that?" He sighs.

"Love you too." She chuckles.

"Call me once you're finished?" He asks.

"Of course." Y/N ends the call.

She heads inside and goes into a bedroom next to her office. She closes the door behind her and goes to a large mirror leaning against the wall. She looks at her nerdy appearance with disgust and takes the fake glasses off of her face, throwing them onto the bed. She takes her hair out of the messy bun, letting it fall freely over her shoulders. She takes off her pants and her shirt to reveal black lace underwear, a favorite out of her collection. She crosses the room to a closet that has some of her best outfits. She chooses a tight fitting red dress that showed her curves in all the right places and threw on black heels to go with it. 

She went into her bathroom to put on makeup, putting on a red lip and dark eyes to complete her look. Mr. Park had said she didn't look the part...well he didn't know who he was talking to. She left the bathroom and looked into her office, seeing Namjoon still passed out on the couch. She shook her head and closed the door, making sure to lock it from the outside so he wouldn't leave. She still needed to talk to him but first, she had a rat to deal with. Y/N walked down the stairs from her quarters to see Mr. Park hanging from a chain connected to the ceiling, smiling and chuckling to herself as she approached him. 

Zico came into her line of sight as she faced the hanging man, displaying weapons on a small table for her choosing. He turns as he hears the echo of her heels stop behind him, eyeing her up and down while licking his lips. He makes the bold move of raising his eyes to make eye contact with her and is met with a lustful look, making him turn back to the table with a red face. Y/N chuckles and turns to Mr. Park, seeing that he was still unconscious. She looks down his body to see his dress shirt unbuttoned and untucked out of his pants. He had a bit of a beer belly, making Y/N turn her nose up in disgust.  

"Wake him up." She says, hearing her voice echo in the empty warehouse.

Zico nods and throws a bucket of water on the man, making him gasp as he wakes.

"Hello, Mr. Park. How are you feeling?" Y/N asks.

"Who a-are you?" He stutters.

"I would think you would know who I am, Mr. Park. After all, you're the one who came to me." She answers.

"You've got to be kidding me. You aren't Y/N, what is this, a joke?" He scoffs.

"Would you like me to blow your brains all over this floor?" She smiles at him while talking sweetly.

The older man stays quiet and Y/N chuckles.

"You see, I know you've been stealing clients from my father and my father is very upset about it. And when he's upset about something, I'm upset about something. You get what I'm saying?" She asks.

The old man glares at her without saying anything, earning an aggravated sigh from the girl.

"This silence is deafening. I asked you a question." Y/N turns to the weapons table, grabbing a small hand knife from it.

"Now, answer it." She says as she holds it up to his stomach.

"You wouldn't dare lay a finger on me." He sneers.

"Try me." She counters, pushing slightly into his skin.

"Now, let's hear an answer." She says.

"Y-Yes, I get what you're saying." He groans.

Y/N takes the knife away and sees that it had barely left a mark on his, making her face fall in disappointment.

"Now, Mr. Park, I want you to stop stealing my father's clients." Y/N smiles.

"Make me." He challenges.

Y/N's smile deepens as her dark side is awakened.

"You know, Mr. Park, you have a very good looking son. What was his name...ah yes, Jimin. Park Jimin. Now, he would be good in bed." She licks her lips.

His face immediately falls and he opens his mouth to say something but is silenced with a glare from her.

"You wouldn't want anything to happen to him, would you?" She tilts her head to the side with a sick smile on her face.

"Do anything to him and I'll-" He starts.

"You'll what? Do anything to me and my father will have you fired. Do anything to my father and I'll make sure to have you killed. Now, are you willing to negotiate with me?" She asks.

"What...what are your demands?" He asks hesitantly.

"I want you to stop taking clients from my father." She says.

"Done." He says.

"I somehow don't believe that you will follow through. Tell me, who do you work for that's making you steal clients." Y/N goes on.

"Kira Corp." He mumbles.

Y/N smiles and nods at Zico who let's Mr. Park out of the chains, making the man fall to the floor. Y/N walks up and grabs his left hand.

"What hand are you dominant with?" She asks.

"My right, why?" He asks, a fearful look in his eye.

She doesn't answer, she just makes her way to the weapons table and skims it until she sees what she's looking for. She picks up a small pair of wire cutters and smiles back down to Mr. Park.

"I'm going to send them a little present from the Black Stones." She answers.

Mr. Park finally understands what she's about to do and starts to thrash around wildly.

"Hold him down." She calls out.

Two burly men come from the darkness and hold the older down, making him still his movements. Y/N positions his index finger in the wire cutter, looking at the old man's face for any kind of reaction. She brings all of her force down on the handle and a loud scream erupts from the olders windpipes, sounding like music to her ears.

"Oh, and don't count on your son being home from now on." She smiles.

She picks up the severed finger from the ground and puts it in a small box, closing it up with a small note before handing it to Zico. She turns back to the pale faced man with a sweet smile.

"If you tell anybody what happened here, it will be more than just a finger next time. Get him out of my sight." She snarls.

He is dragged away by the same two burly men and out of the corner of her eye, she sees something move. She smiles and cleans off her hands with a towel before making her way back up the stairs toward her office. She unlocks the door and lets herself inside, spotting a pale faced Namjoon sitting in front of the large window facing the empty warehouse.

"Hello, Namjoon. It's so great that you've woken up." She smiles at him.

"How do you know my name? You're not going to hurt me are you?" He asks.

Y/N stops in her tracks, blinking in confusion.

"Do you not know who I am?" She asks.

"Am I supposed to?" He asks.

This kid, I swear, is my voice seriously not a giveaway?

"No. Have a seat, we have a lot of things to talk about." She says.