I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Chaebol Family

I first heard of the French president’s death not from the French press—but from Korean news.

—“French President Mitterrand, who visited Korea a few months ago and agreed to return the Oegyujanggak texts, has passed away. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, in its official statement of condolences, confirmed that the President himself will attend the funeral...”

—Beep.

“...Wait a second.”

I had been casually flipping through domestic news while enjoying my downtime when the shocking breaking news appeared.

To confirm the facts, I quickly called the secretary’s office.

“Hey, send me the French newspapers and some of the local news reports by fax. Also get me a list of the top presidential candidates over there.”

—“Yes, understood.”

“....”

Rustle.

I threw the clothes I’d been wearing onto the bed and exhaled. This was the first major variable I’d encountered in a while—one wrong decision could lead to significant losses, so I had to stay sharp.

“Right. I knew something like this would happen. Ha-yeon, let’s get it together. Let’s... do this right.”