LAGACY REVENGE: A SECOND TASTE OF VENGEANCE

YISO'S POV

I gradually pivot with a sensation of fear and apprehension.

What made me feel frightened? I wasn't caught doing anything wrong initially, yet I still couldn't eliminate the feeling.

Perhaps it's due to being quite anxious lately and the ongoing nightmares that I still can't understand are increasingly starting to unsettle me.

Each time I rise from sleep, it seems the puzzle grows increasingly challenging to assemble, but fortunately, it's not as tough as it once was.

The therapy is gradually proving beneficial for me in maintaining my composure during situations like this.

I wear a grin when I see the young man positioned before me. Based on his appearance and the accent I noticed, I believe he's British, but that's not the only quality I find attractive about him.

It's his shining eyes, fair hair. A firm jaw that enhances his face's appeal to me even more.

I'm still appreciating his appearance when he asks, "You are the lady, correct?"

"Excuse me, have we met before?" "Have we encountered each other previously?" I inquire with a truly confused expression on my face.

"You're the woman at the hospital, correct?" The bewildered woman?"

I took a small step back, feeling somewhat insulted, as I tried to grasp what he intended by confused.

"Oh, I didn't intend to upset you...perhaps I expressed it poorly," he states with a smile, and although I felt somewhat offended, I couldn't resist appreciating his smile.

It appeared so cozy and peaceful that, oddly, it put me at ease.

"It's simply that you seemed very disoriented that day in the hospital, inquiring about your location and identity...I truly intend no harm."

Eventually, the elements come together. I suddenly recall that he was the first individual I saw upon waking up.

"Ah, I recall, you were the custodian." I said with a cautious smile.

"Honestly, I like cleaning better... but janitor works too." He answered, shrugging his shoulders.

I chuckled quite a bit for the first time since I got up.

"What do you mean by cleaning man...that sounds really amusing." I said while still attempting to hold back my laughter.

"I'm pleased that he could make me laugh; it's a delight," he said, bowing gently and looking up to give me a brief wink that oddly made me blush.

"What brings you here?" He asks

"Um..." I am submitting my application for the secretary role, as I noticed there is an open position." I respond, gesturing toward the announcement I was looking at before.

"How lovely." "I wish you land the job; you appear to be a kind person." He rubs his neck, steering clear of eye contact for the initial time.

"Thank you, that's kind of you to mention. How about you, are you here to apply as well?"

"Oh no...I've been employed here for a year now. I've served as their 'cleaning guy'." He winks again, prompting me to laugh for the second time today.

"You're so funny," I say, grinning.

"I'm happy I managed to make a beautiful woman laugh," he responds, causing my face to flush.

"Well... I suppose I'll catch you later." I murmur, seeking a reason to depart.

"Wait a moment, I didn't catch your name." He states

"It's Miso... Miso kang, how about you?"

"Ferdinand Henshaw." He states with yet another delightful smile.

"It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Ferdinand." I suggest leaving.

I enter the building and proceed directly to the receptionist, saying, "Good morning. I've come to apply for the secretary position." I smile at her and say.

She gradually lifts her head and, without acknowledging my greeting, replies, "Place your file there. You will receive a call."

I nod and place it where she requests. I'm ready to go when I suddenly feel the urge to use the bathroom, so I turn to her and ask, "May I please use your restroom?"

"Of course, she replies while indicating to the left. "Along the corridor, the initial door on your right."

I adhere to the instructions and shortly find myself in the women's restroom. I go ahead with my work.

I'm just about to leave when I notice two women enter, and for some reason, I remain sitting quietly.

"I still can't accept that Miss Yiso has passed away. It's incredibly sorrowful." The first lady states.

"Do you see what I mean?" It doesn't make any sense at all, especially on her wedding anniversary. It's far too coincidental" The Second lady responds.

"Do you want to hear my opinion? I believe it's a murder. I don't think she simply passed away, and I suspect that Karen and Marshall are involved in it."

I believe it's the First Lady who spoke this time, as I can tell their voices apart.

"I honestly have no idea, Jane; everyone is still in disbelief, but if you were to inquire; I also sense that something is off, but I suppose we should keep our opinions private."

"I really dislike that the company has changed since she departed, particularly with Karen behaving as if she owns the place," responds the woman I believe is Jane.

I listen to them leaving, and I instantly sense goosebumps forming across my skin.

It remains incomprehensible to me that when I hear that name Yiso, I experience this inexplicable anguish. The therapist refers to it as an episode, but I believe it goes deeper than that.

I grip my chest as it feels tightly squeezed, and I suddenly find it hard to breathe. Warm and uncontrollable tears start to stream down my face, the sensation so intense that I can't seem to rid myself of it.

I receive another glimpse of the hammer and grab my head; this time, the tears pour out like a flood.

I need some time to settle down, and suddenly I feel thankful that no one entered. I gather my composure swiftly and exit the restroom, and after taking a few steps, I collide with someone.

I'm on the verge of apologizing when I suddenly remember it's the same guy I spotted on television a couple of weeks back.

Again, the well-known fear resurfaces once more.