Namjoon felt sick, sitting among these obnoxiously rich people talking about gaining even more money than they already have, the money that they are probably never going to use in their entire life and will leave behind after death.

But that doesn't stop their greedy mind sets from wanting more and more. He glances at his father sitting at the end of the table, on a cushion, talking in a high pitched flattering voice, praising the dressing choice of the guy sitting opposite him, it makes him even more sick.

Will he also have to do such stuff to be able to advance in his political career?

Bootlicking such people?

Agreeing to their wild and unfair demands?

And then become a part of the evil system which takes away from the poor and helps the rich get richer?

Namjoon gulps his drink down when suddenly a guy sits beside him and fills his glass up again. His eyes take in his wealthy appearance.

" Mr. Kim! " The man says in a sickly sweet voice, " I am Jun Taeho. The owner of Jun Constructions. "

He offers his hand to Joon.

Namjoon looks at the hand wearily, feeling the gaze of his father from across the table before he places his own hand in it.

" Nice to meet you. " He says flatly. The guy doesn't notice his disinterest and rambles on about how much he resembles his father.

How much he has heard about Namjoon's skills? He praises him endlessly.

Namjoon's Alpha rolls his eyes, obviously catching the guy's attempts of flattery. 

" What did you want to talk about, actually? " He asks the guy boredly, looking at him intensely while emptying his glass.

Dylan, his secretary, had told him all about this guy. How he had usurped other people's lands by force and now wasn't giving them back. He had a lot of cases filed against him but because of his influence, he hadn't been convicted.

The guy stops speaking and smiles, " You're sharp, too. " He rubs the edge of his glass before sitting upright, " Your popularity is touching the skies these days. There is a high chance that your party will come into power next. "

" I know that. " Namjoon tilts his head.

" I heard from your father that he intends to make you the governor of Seoul. " Taeho says brightly, " I must congratulate you for it. "

Namjoon smirks, " Thank you. I assume you have something very important in Seoul, you need my help with. "

The guy laughs, " Very smart. "

" So? " Namjoon puts his empty glass far away, so more drinks are not poured into it and because he knows after what's going to happen, his father won't allow him to sit here.

" I have this land that I own and I want to build a shopping plaza on it. " He moves his hands around.

The Alpha nods, ready to hear a plethora of lies pouring out of that smirking mouth.

" But some people are claiming that I forcefully took their lands and now I'm building stuff over it without their permission, like I could ever do that. " He sighs sadly.

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Aha. " Namjoon replies with a scoff that goes unnoticed, the guy is too busy in his sob story.

" It pains my heart when people lie about such things, blaming me of such horrendous activities. " He shakes his head.

" Are you talking about the property in Gangnam? " Joon asks.

" Correct! " Taeho brightens up, " These people are creating unnecessary obstacles for the masterpiece I'm about to build. It's going to be a new world for people who love shopping. "

Namjoon clears his throat, " That property was passed in the Lee family for generations. "

The bright expression on Taeho's face dulls, his eyes narrowing, " What do you mean? "

" I've had great relations with the Lees. I know it's their family property, don't try to fool me. " Namjoon replied with a fake smile.

The smile on Taeho's face completely wipes off.

" That property belongs to me. " The guy says sternly.

" Legally, no. Illegally, yes. " Namjoon raises his eyebrow.

" What's the difference? It's on a very busy part of the city and it's good for business. I liked it. So it's mine. But I'm not here to discuss it's ownership. "

Namjoon laughed out in irony. Taeho chose to ignore it, " I want you to get that family off my property and remove all police cases from my name after you come into power. You'll have my undying loyalty and support. "

Namjoon began to stand up, his father be damned.

He wasn't going to stay here and listen to anymore of this sh*t, " The only thing I'll do for you after coming into power is put you behind bars. Where you belong. "

A few heads had turned to them during their conversation and Joon held his breath when he saw his father stand up.

Ah, youngsters in this line of work are always this righteous. But believe me Mr. Kim. This attitude will ruin you. Don't make enemies out of the wrong people. " Taeho gulped his drink.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw his dad approach and grab his arm.

" Come with me, son. Gentleman, enjoy your dinner. I'm going to have a word with my son. " With that he was dragged away from there and outside the restaurant where his secretary was waiting.

Namjoon felt the sting on his cheek from his father's slap the moment they stopped.

" How many times have I taught you the way this world works, the right way to success but no, my only heir must act like his goody two shoes mother and try to be righteous. " His father snapped before grabbing his jaw.

" I don't care what you do with your life, but if you want to have a political career like you desire, you have to follow my rules. Being righteous isn't going to get you anywhere. "

So you want me to bow before them and let them trample on my self respect and morals. "

His father huffed out a laugh, " Yes. Exactly. In this like of work, there's no self respect, no morals. The only objective is success and you must do anything and everything to get it. "

His father rubbed his forehead, " Now I have to convince him again. You ruined everything. "

Namjoon gulped down the despair he felt after his father's words, ' No morals, no self respect ', it made him shiver.

He couldn't hear what his father was saying to his secretary, but he knew it was going to be something against his wishes. His wishes didn't matter.

He watched his father walk back into the restaurant without a single look back.

" Sir! " Dylan spoke opening the car door. Namjoon glanced at him before slowly walking to the car and taking a seat in the back. His secretary got into the driver seat and they drove away.

The ride was silent, he pulled his phone out and texted his brother to ask for a drink. He needed it. Receiving a thumbs up in return, he pocketed his phone with a sigh.

Dylan glanced at him from the rearview mirror before picking up the file from the passenger seat.

He extended his arm backward. Namjoon glanced at the file before tugging it away.

" What's this? " He asked.

Dylan bit his lip, " An interview. "

" What kind of interview? " Namjoon narrowed his eyes at him which later widened when he read the name of the talk show.

" Evening Night with Park Jimin. " Namjoon said flatly, " The show where they invite people from different professions and give them a topic for debate which causes fights between the guests, have of which are scripted. "

Dylan shrugged, " President's orders. "

" F*ck the president. " Joon mumbles, flipping the page before his nostrils flare, " this is a script for a fight I'm supposed to have with a random person. What is this? Isn't it enough that he humiliates me in front of all the staff, now it will happen live? "

" What can I do? " Dylan asked helplessly.

" Tell him I'm not doing this. " He shut the file, throwing it to the side.

His secretary sighed, " The show is basically cheap popularity. It has a massive viewership. It's perfect to introduce someone to the people. "

But the premise of the show is childish. I don't like it. I'm not an actor. " Namjoon throws his head back.

" In politics, you've to be everything. And acting is one of the best skills you can have along with thick skin. Also...your father threatened me. "

Namjoon squeezed his eyes, he could feel a headache coming, " Let me guess. He threatened to throw me out of the party and make sure that I can't be a part of any political party ever again. So that means you lose your job too. "

Dylan pursed his lips and didn't reply.

" Fine. I'll go over this in the morning. I'll be staying with hyung tonight. I don't feel like going home. " Namjoon grabbed the file, rolling it and putting it in his fist.

" Alright, sir. I'll pick you up in the morning. "

Taehyung sighs as his manager, Heeyeong, opens the door of the SUV for him.

" Get off already, I've to go back home too. " He says rudely. Taehyung glances at him wearily and jumps out of the car, already dreading going back home. His mom and stepfather must be waiting.

As soon as he steps inside the big gate, he sees his half sister, Junhi, talking to her best friend, Dongmin, who laughs at something she says.

Taehyung tries to discretely get past them without making noise so he doesn't have to deal with them but, unfortunately, he has bad luck.

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