"GENERAL MANAGER SONG, we got the shaman locked up."
"`About time," Song Sihyuk said, loosening up his necktie while in the elevator with Jung Han. They were headed to the hotel suite where their "guest" was being held captive. "Anyway, have you sent the bottles of miracle pills to Lim Garam?"
"Yes, sir," Jung Han answered politely. "I called Lim Garam-nim yesterday and confirmed that he had received the package."
"Did you teach him how to take it?"
"Yes, General Manager Song."
Aigoo.
This stiff old man keeps calling me by my new title as if reminding me that I was demoted.
When Song Sihyuk arrived in New York a year ago, he was promoted to Executive Director at SG Biologics— a Contract Development and Manufacturing Organization (CDMO). Since he was in that position, it was inevitable for him to be involved with the Cho Triplets.
Cho Triplets were the notorious grandchildren of the chairman of Hanmi Chem— the biggest pharmaceutical company in Korea. They had a branch in New York, too. So, that was how the four of them got closer.
SG Biologics provides comprehensive services to Hanmi Chem, after all. That includes both drug development and manufacturing.
Yeah, that was how Song Sihyuk was able to do his little experiment using his pheromones.
And that’s how we created the miracle pills.
But his father found out about his collaboration with the Cho Triplets and wasn’t happy about it. Hence, Song Sihyuk was removed from SG Biologics.
Now I’m a mere general manager at SG New York Palace Hotel in Manhattan.
Well, being a general manager of a luxury hotel wasn’t that bad.
I’m just too busy that I don’t even have time to talk to Lim Garam for more than an hour every day.
And he only got busier after his grandfather assigned him to catch their shaman.
"We’re here, General Manager Song."
Jung Han then opened the door of the suite for Song Sihyuk.
Haaah.
More work for him.
Let’s just get this done and over with.
Song Sihyuk entered the fancy hotel room.
There, inside, he found the old shaman having tea leisurely.
Shaman Sangmi wore a colorful hanbok that female shamans like her would often wear during a ritual, making her stand-out because the hotel suite was fancy and modern.
"What’s with the get-up?" Song Sihyuk asked rudely, sitting across from Shaman Sangmi without permission. "The last time I saw you wear that colorful hanbok, you cursed the chairman of the Sunghwa Apartment under my grandfather’s order."
A year ago, his father didn’t participate in the bidding war to get the construction rights for Sunghwa Apartment. It was a part of the compensation that Honsung Motor Group demanded after he slit Lee Taeho’s throat.
Yeah, they lost billions of won because of that.
His grandfather, bitter, ordered Shaman Sangmi to curse the chairman of Sunghwa Apartment because he couldn’t touch the Hosung Motor Group.
Yeah, my Grandfather is that petty.
"Who are you trying to curse this time, Shaman Sangmi-ssi?"
"Take a guess, Young Master," Shaman Sangmin said, laughing softly. "How is your father these days?"
Song Sihyuk clenched his hands because his father wasn’t doing well these days.
Abeoji keeps collapsing, but his doctors can’t find anything wrong with him.
So, this was the reason.
"You cursed my father," Song Sihyuk said, clenching his jaw tight. "Do you want to die?"
"I’m already dying, Young Master."
Ah, that was right.
Shaman Sangmin was only in her mid-forties, but she already looked like she was in her sixties— completely white hair, frail body, wrinkles all over her face.
And her aura has always been gloomy.
It was the price Shaman Sangmin had to pay for cursing people.
"So, you want my father to die with you? Why?" Song Sihyuk asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did you find out that my father would fire you the moment he becomes the new chairman of SG Group?"
His father didn’t want to rely on shamans anymore.
It wasn’t that his father was kinder than his grandfather.
There was a reason behind that big decision.
"We recently found out that Chairman Kim of Ilsung Group has accumulated enough bad karma that’s predicted to make him lose all his fortune," Song Sihyuk said. "Abeoji doesn’t want that to happen to our family. That’s why he wants to end SG Group’s relationship with you once he becomes the new chairman. But Abeoji promised to give you a huge sum of money in return for severing your relationship. Are you not satisfied with the amount that Abeoji offered?"
"It’s not about money, Young Master," Shaman Sangmin said while shaking her head. "I need to continue using my ability for my divine power to remain. If not, the god that I serve will leave my body. For a shaman like me, that’s worse than dying."
"So, you accept the Hosung Motor Group’s offer to kill my father?"
"..."
"The chairman of Hosung Motor Group wants you dead and not your father, Young Master," Shaman Sangmin said sternly. "Lee Taeho is his favorite son. What made you think that Chairman Lee would forgive you easily for slitting his treasured child’s throat?"
Chairman Lee did all of that behind our back even after my father compensated him already?
What the hell is happening?
It’s kinda creepy.

Goddammit.
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