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Episode 6
Min Yurim.
Chief Min.
A VIP personal seller at Cheonmyeong Department Store.
She had once dreamed of becoming an idol, even making it into a debut lineup, but failed. Later, through a relative’s recommendation, she started working at the department store.
“It’s beautiful.”
The item Kang Dasom ordered was an emerald necklace from the British company Delphinus.
In Korea, only one store in the entire country carried it—Cheonmyeong Department Store.
It was the kind of luxury brand most ordinary people wouldn’t even know existed.
“It must have been hard to get. Thank you so much.”
Inside the premium leather box lay the Royal Emerald Pendant – K31. Only one hundred were made in the entire world, and this was the thirty-first piece.
“Not at all. I was just lucky. I never thought the Hong Kong branch would still have one.”
“You did well.”
“It’s my job. It’s fine.”
Chief Min smiled as she fastened the pendant around Kang Dasom’s neck.
She knew this necklace very well.
“Guess what? Someone canceled their reservation at the Hong Kong branch. So I rushed the team leader over there to pick it up.”
It was the very necklace Jung Hana often bragged about.
Dasom stood before the mirror.
The diamond-studded chain traced the line of her slender neck, and the large emerald sparkled brilliantly.
“Tacky.”
Even in her own eyes, it didn’t suit her.
But Chief Min didn’t stop showering her with praise, as if unaware of Dasom’s true thoughts.
“Take it off.”
“Ah, yes.”
Chief Min stepped behind her, gently moving Dasom’s hair aside to unclasp the necklace.
In the mirror’s reflection, Min’s face appeared.
“Oh, by the way, Chief Min. I heard you ranked number one in sales this month? Congratulations.”
“Thank you. It’s all thanks to you, Miss Kang.”
Before Kang Dasom, Min had been just another average seller.
Yes, Yoon Sunghoon sometimes visited and raised her sales, but everyone knew he had sellers scattered across multiple department stores.
Thanks to the enormous sums Dasom spent, Min could finally walk tall among colleagues who once ignored her.
She was addicted, like someone hooked on a drug. Life felt so good these days that even if Dasom arrived an hour late, she didn’t mind. Compared to customers who screamed at her for their own mistakes, Dasom was practically an angel.
As she was putting the necklace back into its box, Dasom spoke casually.
“I’m thinking of switching department stores next week.”
“Ha… What do you mean by that?”
Chief Min’s hands trembled as she closed the box. Dasom played with her gem-studded nails as if it were nothing.
“I just don’t like it here anymore.”
“What? All of a sudden? Did I do something wrong? Please, if anything bothers you, just tell me.”
“Really? You mean it? I can tell you?”
“O-of course! I’ll do my very best to fix it.”
The warm atmosphere from just moments ago had vanished.
So flustered was Chief Min that she didn’t even notice Dasom now speaking down to her.
“Tell me, Chief Min.”
“Y-yes, please go ahead.”
“I’ve boosted your sales this much, yet you’re still seeing my husband? Don’t you think that’s crossing the line?”
“W-what are you talking about?”
“You enjoyed playing dress-up with me while fooling around with my husband? Was it fun?”
Dasom leaned in close, chuckling softly.
“I… I really don’t know what you mean. Please, why are you saying this?”
Min’s face went pale, sweat dripping as she insisted it was a misunderstanding, even slander.
But it wasn’t.
The wife hadn’t noticed.
The mistress had.
It was Min Yurim who, less than a year into Dasom and Yoon Sunghoon’s marriage, had come forward claiming to be pregnant.
Unless he bought her an apartment in Gangnam, she threatened to keep the baby.
And so she walked away with both an apartment and land.
Unlike the panicked Min, Dasom was perfectly calm.
She held out her hand.
“Phone.”
There was no need to hunt for proof. The phone was the proof.
“Even for you, Miss Kang, this is too much.”
“Should I call someone over?”
“……”
“You think I won’t? Are you sure? Better think carefully.”
The seconds ticked by painfully slow.
Everyone knew whose side people would take. The other sellers were nothing but predators waiting for Min to fall.
They’d be delighted to hear that the very woman who flaunted her success had been caught sleeping with Kang Dasom’s husband.
Thankfully, this was a private room—just the two of them.
“I-I was wrong. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again, I swear. Please forgive me.”
“Phone.”
“P-please… I’ll do anything. Just forgive me this once.”
Tears streamed down her face as Min dropped to her knees, forgetting even the skirt she wore.
Dasom bent slightly and placed a hand on her cheek.
Her touch was ice cold.
“Don’t cry. I didn’t bring this up because I’m angry at you.”
Her tone and expression shifted.
“Stand up. What if someone sees us? What would they think?”
“I… I really…”
“Unless you want them to watch?”
It was practically an order. Min staggered to her feet.
“My brother, Director Kang Youngjun. You know him, right?”
Of course she did. The eldest son of Chairman Kang of UL Cables—the heir apparent.
UL Cables wasn’t well-known to the public, but in the industry, they dominated.
One out of every three undersea cables in the world had been laid by them. Their technology was ten years ahead of competitors.
Kang Youngjun was ranked among the wealthiest young men in Korea.
No seller working with the elite could claim not to know him.
“If you do as I say, I’ll make you his exclusive seller. How about it?”
Dasom stretched out her hand again, coaxing gently like one would with a child.
Min’s mind spun in confusion. But the name “Kang Youngjun” flashed through her head like a fever.
He rarely came to department stores, but whenever he did, his purchases equaled a VIP’s yearly sales in a single day.
She stared at Dasom’s outstretched hand.
There was no need to ask what it meant.
Hesitantly, she took out her phone and fiddled with it.
“Do you think I don’t know my husband plays around with sellers as if he’s shopping for goods? If not you, someone else would have made this offer eventually.”
Min knew it too. From the beginning, Yoon Sunghoon had always been that kind of man. When he first brought Kang Dasom, she thought it wouldn’t last.
But it did. He continued meeting Dasom and raising sales under her name.
Compared to the anxious waiting for his calls, the sales Dasom had poured onto her were too sweet to resist.
“I-I’ll never see Mr. Yoon again.”
“That goes without saying.”
“But… can I really be Director Kang’s exclusive seller?”
“Poor Chief Min. Always the one getting tricked.”
Dasom teased softly.
The phone in Min’s hand brushed against Dasom’s fingertips.
The Yoon family estate in Seonam-dong was in chaos, busy preparing for Chairman Yoon’s birthday.
“Didn’t you say you were too busy with work to come? And yet, here you are.”
Leaning against the wall, Yoon Junhwan shot a crooked glance at Yoon Jinwoo. He was the eldest son of the Cheonmyeong Group.
“I skipped last year. I should come this year.”
“And the year before that, you came?”
“What’s it to you? Should I just leave then?”
“You dare? Every year Grandfather asks when you’ll show up. Try leaving now, he’ll flip the table over.”
“Then he should stop interfering with my commercials.”
“I told you—Grandfather will never allow you to be an entertainer. Nobody said you could. Auntie, bring coffee and snacks to my room.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jinwoo sat in the annex living room his brother used.
In just a few years, the house had changed so much.
And in this massive estate, he realized, there was no place for him.
“Where’s our younger brother?”
“Sunghoon? Obviously glued to Grandfather all day, wagging his tail. Oh, and he said he’s bringing a woman. UL Cable’s youngest daughter.”
“He invited her?”
“That’s what he claims.”
Junhwan sipped his coffee, unconcerned.
The two exchanged idle chatter.
When the conversation dried up, Jinwoo excused himself to rest.
As he walked down the hall toward his room, he overheard a voice.
“Dasom, about Yurim… it was a misunderstanding, you know that. Sure, something happened, but she seduced me first. Please, it’s Grandfather’s birthday. Just come once, okay? I’m begging you.”
