The Revenge of a Bad Girl
The Road to Destination

Aine didn't get the prize, Iraz said it wasn't time yet. He was a manyun all the way home.

Iraz gave a small smile looking at the beautiful girl's behavior. It was so gemes.

"Iraz, I'm not going to sleep tonight! Before you get the gift!"

***

Morning at the office...

Isman shook as he sat in front of Iraz's chair. The chair was empty, but it was strangely able to make Isman's chest wavy. Maybe he was afraid of facing the possibility that would happen to him.

Ever since the secretary called him earlier, he could already feel something bad about to approach him. I don't know what it was, but he sure as hell didn't have any good news today.

"Ohhh, there it turns out," Iraz walked into his room, staring at Isman who was already sitting in the chair provided.

The man in black, mask-covered suit walked towards his seat. He was so haughty when he landed his body on the oversized chair. His gaze was sharp towards the middle-aged man who was looking down.

"Sir Isman, are you surprised by my call?" Iraz was very polite to the man.

"Of course, sir." replied the man quietly.

"You're lying. You know why I called you. Yeah, right?" iraz's tone of voice was slow yet deafening.

"I really don't know, sir,"

Iraz was silent for a moment. "Alright, it seems I will explain." folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Before it gets to the core, I want to ask you something."

"Ask what, sir?"

"How much money have you invested in this company?" that question certainly hit Isman's consciousness.

"You-you mean?" isman asked quivering.

"Not pretend to be stupid! You think I don't know all your behavior?" Iraz returns to his true self, ruthless and gluttonous.

Isman squeezed his hand under the table. He had predicted this before. The rot that he has been hiding so closely has now revealed its truth. He knew his career was over now.

"Nearly half of your age you're devoted to working for this company, but surprisingly no one is aware of your greed! I'm confused, how can a corruptor pass so easily. For decades you've been crunching your accounts, but no one noticed. Big applause for you," Iraz clapped his hand, he was not praising, but insulting.

"I know why you haven't been caught all this time, first, because you worked with the boss before me. Second, because your face is so calm and generous that no one will have the heart to suspect you of corruption. And the third, because you're good at removing traces. Great indeed.." the young man pulled out a stack of reports from his drawer. He handed it to Isman.

"You have committed a lot of violations, including fooling the process of going out of budget. Darkening the money that should be distributed to employees and worst of all, you bribed Mr. Lee, CTO of this company so that your daughter Vanya could quota college abroad. And there are many more losses you've caused..."

Isman withdrew the report while listening to Iraz's words. He opened one by one a sheet that read his crime.

"Perhaps because this company does not have much influence on the central company until rats like you are free to run. But yes, in the end I know what to do in the future. If I come back later, I'll roll out strict rules. It won't happen again!"

Isman did not speak, he focused on contemplating his folly while thinking about what punishment would come his way.

The middle-aged man looked down deeply. He could not argue like Iraz's request, because clearly the evidence of his filth was already in the man's hands.

"Actually I don't wonder why you should be corrupt. Looking at your wife and two daughters who are so consumptive can make me understand where the money that you have been. You guys are a crazy family." said Iraz spicyly.

Yes, right, the Isman family is indeed very consumptive. They spend money on things that are not too necessary. For example, buying a lot of bags at a stifling price. Not to mention clothes, shoes, and so on. The point is they do not want to buy goods if they are not specifically labeled.

"Hows it? Do you want to argue?" ask Iraz.

Isman answered for a long time. "I will only deny the matter of Mr. Lee, Sir.." he replied resignedly.

"Sir Lee? Do you think I'm stupid? Mr. Lee's wife is the principal at Vanya's school. You bribed him into persuading his wife to give Vanya a quota. Even the money you're using is company money saying that it's a mutual necessity. You manipulate people by changing other terms. I know everything...'' Iraz interrupted.

The middle-aged man looked down again. He knows Iraz is no ordinary man. Not someone who looks like the previous boss. He was young, but his brain was unreachable. Yesterday alone, three employees were fired for trivial reasons. Because they are undisciplined and considered detrimental. And most strangely, Iraz seemed to observe nothing but know everything.

By the time Iraz set foot in the office, Isman was already feeling something bad. He also did not wonder why the evidence he had written off so far could be obtained by Iraz easily. Somehow, the point is that he's worth being afraid of.

"Say one word to me!"

"I'm sorry, sir.." said Isman.

"I'm sorry? Is that true, you're corrupt?" obviously, Iraz was playing the guy.

No answer, the room was quiet.

"Well, you admit it indirectly. You want to be responsible?" ask Iraz casually.

The man remained silent. Both of his lips clenched tightly, as if intentionally on the glue.

"I've been good to you all this time. Allowing you to call my name Inui, come to your house, I also chose your family as the place where Miss Zang stayed. But this is what happened, you rat." Iraz breathed for a moment.

"Maybe you think I can't possibly put you in jail because of the status of a company that belongs to a private person. But you should know, I can drag you to jail with a layered chapter. Because I could have had power there. But since you are my future father-in-law, then I will not rot you in a cell. Instead, I'll give you two choices." Iraz looked at the man with a strange look.

Isman was unable to do anything, even blinking as if it was a difficult job to do right now.

"Normally, I'll fire you and fine you as much as you spend. Your name will be bad, and your family will be poor. Maybe all the assets you have are not enough to pay for everything you do. And, Vanya, the quota you bribe will be forfeited and in vain. You can already imagine the destruction from now on."

"However, I have a tempting offer. You're not gonna fire me and still work for this company. But, you'll be sent to the smallest unit of this company, a village far from this town. And all your assets will be held by someone until the appointed time. And as long as your sentence goes, your wife and two daughters will be slaves."

"If you agree to the second option, I promise you a permanent position. That is to say, your position will remain after the sentence is over. And, I will not divulge this information of your crimes. Forever, this will be our secret, on condition, you have to be a good person after this. Your cintramu will be good forever even if your behavior is very, very bad. How's it?"

"I chose the second one, sir," he replied very quickly.

Iraz laughed spookily. "I know that's a wow offer. Already committed a crime, but covered with a small punishment. But it's okay, I want it too. All right, I'll write you a contract in three months. During this time, you one family will be ruled by someone. Take it easy, the assets and everything you have will not be taken in the slightest. It's just a revenge show."

Isman agreed. It doesn't matter what storm comes next. When will you get an offer like this. Not losing anything, the name is not dirty and still gets a high position. This is amazing.

"Oh yes, for information, the one who wants this is Miss Zhang. And the one who will rule your family is Zang Mirae aka Aine Fourie" Iraz said smiling sarcastically behind his mask.