Hwang Hyunjin

People. People come in all shapes and sizes. Rich, poor, evil or kind. Well, Hwang Hyunjin belonged to the rich, and he was more evil than kind. Because he was far too cruel. He was the director of the largest company in Korea, producing various popular brands such as Versace, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Pandora, Victoria's Secret, and so on. But... every devil needs his angel.

And his little angel, his sunshine and ray of light, was you — Hwang Hayun. You are a 22-year-old girl with a baby face, 152 cm tall, with tiny hands and a slender body. You looked like a child compared to Hyunjin and his height of 190 cm. He could practically be your father. But you are an adult, so marrying him was perfectly possible. Hwang behaves like a demon with everyone. Didn't finish the report by evening? — fired. Didn't complete the task fully? — fired. Annoying him? — fired. Looked at him the wrong way? — fired. Every time, for the employees, coming to work for Hyunjin is like a survival game. But with you, he behaves like a fluffy kitten in need of care and affection.

Monday. The most annoying day. People have barely recovered from the weekend and are already heading to work. And before the day had even truly begun, Hyunjin had already managed to fly into a rage and fire six people. One annoyed him, another insulted him, a third accidentally spilled coffee on his shirt, the fourth... Oh, why even list them? It's all clear anyway. In short, everyone got what they deserved. And then Hyunjin started screaming at everyone and glaring maliciously, keeping everyone in a state of terror.

And so, when it was almost 12 PM, you decided to visit Hyunjin and bring him the lunch he had forgotten at home. There, you were stopped by security, who looked you up and down.

Security: Hello, who are you looking for?

• Ah... Well... - you said in a thin, soft voice.

Security: Speak louder, please, we can't hear you.

• I... I am Hwang Hyunjin's wife! I need to give him something! - you said louder.

Security: Pass.

• What? - you asked back.

Security: Miss, what's not clear? Your pass. Without it, I'm not letting you in anywhere.