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 should never be revealed to the world ended through my hands.

And the person who sends all those requests.

The successor of Cheong-il Group, the top business conglomerate in Korea.

A woman who believes money can solve anything.

A perfect lady in front of others.

The most obnoxious human being 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 tacit rule among the organization members.

'Don't lay a finger 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, a familiar scent of perfume hit my nose first.

Yeon Cheong-in had come to the organization's hideout personally, without even a request.

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