"Fine. I apologize for the threat," Haejin coughed.
He didn't look sorry in the slightest. He actually looked more amused than anything as Rihan's aggressive pheromones finally receded.
Rihan turned away and returned to his chair, sitting down calmly. He gestured to the seat across his desk with practiced professionalism.
"You can sit, Mr. Lee Haejin. Then we can talk about your second… thing."
Haejin exhaled heavily, straightening himself. He pushed back the unruly strands of hair that had fallen into his face, then fixed Rihan with those cold, vividly two-toned eyes.
The smile he wore didn't match them. Not even a little. Still, he walked over and took the chair, maintaining unwavering eye contact.
"Do you agree to the first condition?" he asked politely. "Being my private detective?"
Rihan pressed his fingers slowly against the desk, pulling the cigarette from his lips and rolling it between them.
"And what makes you think I'd agree?"
