The cleanest corporation in South Korea.

That's what people believed.

But behind that cleanliness, there was always blood.

Cleaning up that blood was my job.

Making a person disappear. Erasing evidence. Silencing traitors.

Everything that shouldn't be revealed to the world ended through my hands.

And the person who sends all those requests.

The successor to Cheong-il Group, the top conglomerate in South Korea.

A woman who believes money can solve anything.

A perfect lady in front of others.

The most obnoxious person in the world the moment the door closes.

...She was the client I hated dealing with the most.

On the other hand, there's me.

The youngest boss of South Korea's largest organization.

I don't move for money, nor do I take orders.

And there's one secret only my subordinates know.

Haphephobia.

I have an extreme aversion to being touched by others.

I hate unpermitted contact to the point of suffocation.

So, there was a silent rule among the members.

'Don't lay a hand on the Boss.'

Someone has appeared who intends to break that rule.

Late at night.

I had just returned after finishing another request.

As I opened the door, the familiar scent of perfume hit my nose first.

Yeon Cheong-in had come to the hideout herself without even sending a request.

The members opened the way, and a woman acting like she owned the place was already sitting in my office chair.