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JI MINSOO.

it's been a month since dad came back home. things have changed and my sanity is slowly draining away from me.

he found out about my "outings," as he calls them, and has strictly banned me from any partying, friends, smoking, drinking, and my motorcycle.

he even searched through my room to throw out any stashes (which wasn't even that much) and made sure i was 100% purified and clean.

i tried to explain that it wasn't that bad. my "friends" weren't even friends and were just people i'm with at parties or clubs. it was simply a way for me to kill time instead of being bored at home.

and that's exactly what i've been doing for the past four weeks.

"what the hell is there to do in this damn household!?" i sat upside down on the couch and groaned out to absolutely no one. our housemaids and butlers got time off and my dad was out doing business shit.

that's one thing that hasn't changed.

the way my dad is, it hasn't changed one bit. he's always busy with work and never has time to not be stressed.

his profession?

the highest-ranking leader of the largest mafia organization in the country of south korea called the golden rose.

and i, his only daughter, have no intention of being apart of it, whatsoever.

i might be the cliché "bad girl" in every fictional storyline out there but i have no purpose in being involved in underground criminal-related things.

he's asked me many times to personally make myself known to the mafia world, claiming that i'll "be safer" that way but i've rejected the offer every time.

plus, i would rather keep to myself. i like not socializing with others and eating my feelings away just like any other twenty-year-old. or that might just be me.

i walked through my house for the third time today, taking in every detail of the multiple bedrooms, bathrooms, and activity rooms i pass by.

sometimes i wish more people lived in this mansion with my dad and i, or even just me. i don't like saying it out loud but it gets lonely.

i reached the first floor again and decide to just eat.

while on the way to the kitchen, i walked by a room with its closed double-doors and curiosity took over me. it was dad's office, the very room he almost never left during the day.

"hmm... i've never been in here before.." i smirked to myself.

i opened one of the tall doors and stepped inside, admiring its decoration and features.

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