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The atmosphere in the high-rise conference room had shifted. The investors sat stiffly, aware of the tension building between Jimin and Ms. Hae. The stakes were rising, and everyone in the room could feel it. As Ms. Hae continued with her calculated speech, Jimin's focus wavered. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and every glance Ms. Hae shot his way sent a chill down his spine. It felt like she could see through him—through the façade he was desperately trying to maintain.
But something had changed. Something in the air.
Suddenly, a ding echoed from Jungkook's phone, hidden under the table. His expression didn't change, but Jimin could see the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers hovered over the phone for a brief second before he tapped the screen.
The base found proof.
Jimin barely processed the words. His heart skipped a beat, his thoughts scrambling. His stomach churned, and he had to force himself to focus. Ms. Hae was still speaking, but the way she glanced at Jungkook told Jimin everything. They knew something was up.
Then the room was hit with a sharp noise—an alert ringing from the nearby digital displays, flickering as an emergency message flashed across the screens. A live news broadcast began on one of the large monitors, catching everyone's attention.
Breaking News: Corruption, Fraud, and Money Laundering Linked to Ms. Hae's Empire.
The screen showed a flurry of images—excerpts from financial documents, suspicious transactions, accounts linked to offshore companies. The evidence was damning. And it had come straight from the digital base.
Jimin's heart raced. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the room snapping to him and Jungkook, now aware that the tables were turning. This wasn't just about business deals anymore. They were exposing a dangerous web of deception, and Ms. Hae knew it.
Ms. Hae's expression was a mask of calm, but the tension in her eyes told another story.
Her gaze flicked to Jimin and Jungkook, a cold smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You think you've won?" she asked, her voice smooth but tinged with danger.
The tension in the room reached a boiling point. Ms. Hae's demeanor shifted—fury masked by restraint. It was clear: she wasn't used to being cornered.
Jimin exchanged a quick glance with Jungkook, and in that fleeting moment, they knew what they had to do. Their mission had just shifted from infiltration to survival.
Jimin and Jungkook made their move. They knew they couldn't let anyone leave the room—not yet. Not until Taehyung's team got the proof out and the police took control. Time was running out.
Flashback:
The scene shifted to the base. The team was in overdrive, working relentlessly to ensure everything was in place. Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he typed furiously on the computer. He'd been in contact with his reporter friend, feeding him information about Ms. Hae's empire and the tangled web of crimes she'd been hiding for years.
A message pinged on Yoongi's phone as the last of the data uploaded: Report to the news outlet in five minutes. It's going live.
Yoongi smirked, knowing that once the proof hit the media, Ms. Hae's empire would begin to crumble. The reporter would make sure the story spread like wildfire. But there was one last thing Yoongi had to ensure.
He checked the clock—Jungkook and Jimin needed to buy more time. The room, already sealed off, was their last line of defense. It would take the police a few more minutes to arrive, but Yoongi had made sure they would be right behind the story.
Back in the conference room, Jungkook and Jimin were standing firm, the room now feeling like a ticking time bomb. They couldn't afford to let Ms. Hae escape.
Back to the Present:
Taehyung was speaking into his earpiece, his voice steady, but there was a hard edge to it. "Get the data extracted. We need those files before Ms. Hae pulls any tricks. I don't care what it takes—just don't let her slip through our fingers."
Yoongi's face remained impassive as he watched the screens. The team's work had been perfect. It was up to Jimin and Jungkook now to keep Ms. Hae trapped until the police arrived.
The minutes stretched out like hours.
And just as the door finally opened, the full force of the police stormed in, and the rest of the team flooded in through the back. Ms. Hae's empire—her carefully constructed house of cards—was about to come crashing down.
Jimin's pulse raced, but for the first time in days, he felt a spark of something else. Relief.
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The chaos in the conference room had reached its peak. Officers flooded in, their authoritative presence pushing the investors back against the walls. The room, once full of power and intrigue, now felt like a trap closing in. Ms. Hae stood at the head of the table, every inch of her composed, but there was something different about the way she carried herself now. The calmness in her demeanor was no longer a sign of control—it was a façade that was cracking under pressure.
Jimin's heart hammered as he took in the scene. The tension in the air was suffocating, and he could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on him. He had no idea how it was all going to unfold, but one thing was certain: they were in it together. He and Jungkook, Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Yuna—they had worked so hard to get here. Now they had to see it through.
"Mr. Park, Mr. Jeon," one of the officers barked. "Stay where you are."
Jimin didn't even flinch, his eyes focused on Ms. Hae, who was now standing tall, the quiet rage simmering beneath her polished exterior. It wasn't just a criminal empire at risk anymore. It was her entire identity, her power. And Jimin knew she wouldn't go down without a fight.
Ms. Hae's voice sliced through the silence. "You think this will stop me?" Her gaze locked on Jimin. "This is only the beginning, Park Jimin. You have no idea what you've just unleashed."
Jimin clenched his fists, but before he could respond, Jungkook's hand brushed his lightly, steadying him. The unspoken communication between them was more than enough. They couldn't let Ms. Hae get under their skin. Not now.
Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. A team of police officers rushed in, followed by a familiar face—Taehyung. His expression was focused, but a flicker of satisfaction danced in his eyes as he saw the operation coming together.
"We've got her," Taehyung said, his voice low but triumphant.
Jimin let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. The worst was over. For now. But his thoughts were still racing. The truth was out, but would it be enough to bring down the entire operation? There were too many powerful people involved, and Ms. Hae was just one part of the network.
The officers swiftly moved in, cuffing Ms. Hae, who didn't struggle, but the venom in her eyes was impossible to ignore. Jimin watched as they led her out, her every step calculated, still holding onto that arrogance.
As the police began securing the room, Jimin's phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen—an alert from the media. The story was going live. The proof had been released, and it was everywhere. The public was already talking.
It wasn't just about Ms. Hae anymore. The news outlets were picking up the connection to several high-ranking officials involved in the corruption scheme. Even some of the investors from the meeting were under investigation, their ties to Ms. Hae too close to ignore. It was all out in the open now.
Jimin's hand trembled as he put the phone back in his pocket. The weight of the moment hit him harder than any fear he had felt before. This wasn't just a victory; it was the beginning of something bigger.
"Jimin, Jungkook, we need to move," Taehyung said, his voice urgent. "We can't stay here. There are people who will try to cover this up. We need to lay low until the police finish their sweep."
Jimin nodded, his mind still processing everything. The plan had worked. Ms. Hae had been caught. But the fight wasn't over. It was just beginning.
As they made their way out of the conference room, Jimin glanced at Jungkook, who was standing silently by his side, ever the calm presence. There was a momentary pause as their eyes met, a shared understanding between them. They had come this far together—and they would finish this together.
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The scene shifted to Yoongi , sitting at his computer as he watched the story break across the news channels. He had been the one to orchestrate the entire thing—from hacking into Ms. Hae's accounts to feeding the journalist the right information at the right time. But there was something more that Yoongi had done behind the scenes that nobody knew.
He had contacted his reporter friend—a trusted source in the media—and handed over the explosive proof of Ms. Hae's financial empire, trusting that the story would be told right. He made sure the focus stayed on her crimes, keeping Jungkook's company name out of the headlines—for now.
But for now, they had done what they set out to do. They had exposed the truth, and that truth was spreading like wildfire. The city was waking up to the reality of the corruption that had been hiding in plain sight for far too long.
To Be Continued...