Jiyoung's smile remained fixed, cold and entirely detached. "We are lowly ones, My Lady. I have known this truth for a very long time. Our deaths are not important enough to shake the foundations of the empire."
Heena smiled right back, leaning down until her lips almost brushed his ear. "Your life might not be important in your own twisted eyes, boss... but I wouldn't say the same for the people waiting outside this door."
The brothel master's expression subtly shifted, a faint, mocking smirk playing on his lips before it faded back into a mask of pure nonchalance. "Do you truly think I am worried about the others outside?"
"You aren't just worried about them," Heena whispered ruthlessly. "You are crazily, desperately worried about them."
