SD was watching the whole interrogation while recording it with his phone. He was fiddling with his pen, pretending to scribble but it was actually a tapping device which was wirelessly connected to Orea's laptop while a mini bluetooth speaker was attached to SD's ear. Orea was listening in on the conversation over the phone while cooped up in the girl's washroom at her school.
"Your lawyer is smart," Orea complinted. "She really knows how to pounce on the jugular vein."
"If only she'd pounce on ," he muttered.
"That's a far fetched dream," Orea scoffed. "Imagine her shock when she finds out that you killed Byungsoo to fra Shin Hyun! She's gonna whoops your ass for sure."
SD grinned, thinking about the different positions he would be in while Sunye whooped his ass. Preferably with a large whip.
"Stop fantasizing you creep!" Orea's angry voice ca from the other end, reading his mind. "Rein in your desires, you sadomasochist!"
SD kept his poker face intact while Sunye kept on grilling the Finance Minister.
"You hired a hitman to kill him and make it look like a suicide," she went on.
"It was a suicide and you can't prove otherwise!" Hyun taunted her. He leaned forward, his face lit with joy. "You see, there is no evidence of his death being a murder. None. There's no CCTV footage, no trace of how Byunsoo got that knife. You. Have. Nothing."
He sat back, triumphant. Sunye did not react nor give in to his taunts. She knew very well that he was not going to confess to his cris and the case would go to court. As the prosecutor, her first job was to coax the accused into confessing his sins. If they confessed, they would be sent straight to jail after a judge approves their sign confession. But if they wanted to contest the accusations, the case would go to the court and the jury would decide.
Sunye had hoped that it would not go to the court because this case would turn into a dia circus. But Hyun's smug smile made her want to beat him at his own ga. If there was one thing Sunye could not back away from was an open challenge. She was competitive by nature and at that mont, she wanted to defeat that man.
"Alright then," she said coolly. "Since, you did not confess, you will be tried by the jury for murder. If convicted, you'll be sent to the central prison. And may I remind you that there, you will be faced with-"
"All the political prisoners who had supported the monarchy," he said in a wary tone. "How cliche. Trying to provoke into signing by making an indirect threat. You really think that the Finance Minister of this country will go to jail? ?"
He let out a sardonic laughter. At most, the Pri Minister would sack him but not abandon him. He had too many secrets to spill and the Company could not risk that. Even if they tried to kill him, he still had a way to expose their cris. There was no way he would go down without a fight.
"FIne by ," Sunye shrugged, clasping her bag shut. "We'll et in court next week. Till then, you better hope your luck doesn't run out."
With that, she turned away to leave. SD shut off the recorder and followed her out.
"That was strangely sexy and arousing," he remarked as they walked down the long corridor. "I wouldn't mind if I was the one shackled up like that if you're the prosecutor. Imagine the scenario. Sexy prosecutor whipping the accused inmate-"
Sunye turned around, glaring at him. "Let make it clear," she gritted. "You and . Never gonna happen."
"Are you still hung up on that one instance when I used you to get information about your first case?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "That was eight years ago!"
"I nearly lost the case," she pointed out.
"And I backed out at the last minute from helping that criminal," he shrugged.
"That's coz he didn't pay you!"
SD frowned, trying to rember if that was true. "Oh yeah," he realized. "That moron didn't wire my ten million dollars in return for the information. Ah...yes. That's why I didn't give it to him. Cheap miser!"
Sunye shook her head and began to walk away but the annoying pest kept on following her.
"So, when are you gonna punish for that instance?" he asked in a mischievous tone. "Just so you know, I won't say no to being handcuffed to the bed with nothing on."
"Over my dead body!"
But the blue eyed demon kept on pestering her until they reached her car at the building's parking.
"Leave alone!" she snapped as she opened the car door but he blocked her way and snapped it shut.
"I wish but I can't," he smiled. "You owe a date tonight!"
"Date?" she echoed. "What date? I thought I was to rely accompany you sowhere!"
"Well...where I'm going, I'll need a date," he revealed. "And I need you to wear this."
He took out his phone and showed her a picture of a crop top shirt and micromini skirt. Sunye was enraged upon seeing the skimpy clothes he had chosen for her and wanted to strike him across the cheek.
"Are you crazy?" she yelled. "I can't wear sothing like that!"
"I wish I could wear it for you hun and let you spank in it but unfortunately, you're the girl here," SD said in a singsong voice. "And the client tonight likes it when won are in these sorts of clothes. Becos easier to get information from him when a pretty lady such as yourself is around."
"So you'll let beco the fantasy of so pervert?" she demanded angrily.
"You're already my fantasy so might as well add another weirdo to that list," SD smirked.
"You-" she began but words could never express her dislike for him.
"A selfish asshole," he finished for her. "I'd have given you more curses to throw at but ti is short. We need to prepare for tonight. I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock."
Sunye wanted to scream at him more but he smiled and waved her goodbye, prancing off like a school kid who had just been asked out by his crush.
"UGH!" She yelled, cursing herself for the rotten luck. A night out with SD. What could go wrong?
Everything.
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