Donald Na's presence alone was enough to cast a strong demand for respect, a characteristic that was even more impressive, considering the types of people the Union was made up of.
He wasn't just some hot-shot who went around running his mouth, he had the skills to back it up, and on top of that, his expertise in the financial side allowed his underlings more money that they could ever dream of.
Because of these qualities, no one would challenge him, and those that benefited from his system, didn't want to challenge him.
Sure there were those who would end up on his bad side, but no one went against him thinking they could hold their own. In everyone's eyes, the Union had a hierarchy, with Donald on top.
Combined with his strength and skills, he was also very calculative, he understood just how powerful the Union heads were, which was why he knew he wouldn't want them to rebel. He had to ensure that they feared him, but that they also have disdain for each other.
Jimmy Bae held a sour expression on his face, even his dwindling pack of cigarettes weren't much help. "Fuck! Why's Donald calling me over today? it was one lousy slip-up."
"I don't think failing to meet Donald's quota counts as just a slip-up," replied Jack Kang.
"You know, sometimes I forget whose side you're on. Lighten up a little, I don't need anymore negative energy right now," he said while wrapping his arm around his friend's neck, earning an eye roll from Jack.
"Listen…" he replied while trying to break Jimmy's hold on him, struggling against the muscular boy's arm. "...just hurry this up and we can head to a bar after." Just mentioning alcohol was usually enough to change Jimmy's mood.
"Now we're talking!" he replied, releasing his arm and giving Jack a hard slap on the back.
Walking inside, they were met with Kingsley, who requested Jack to stay on the first floor. At this point it had become common for Donald to not speak to the right-hand men of the Union's heads, he felt it was beneath him.
"Do we really have to do this every time? Yo glasses, can't you ask him to let things slide every once in a while," Kingsley didn't respond as they rode the elevator up in silence, eventually arriving at Donald's office.
Jimmy exited first, not bothering to continue his attempt at small talk, with a heavy sigh he pushed open the office's doors and walked in.
Despite his recent screw up, Jimmy would usually be reliable in terms of his past quotas. In fact this was the first time he had failed. He hoped that when compared to the rest of his success, Donald would be persuaded to go easy on him.
He didn't bother to argue or try to defend himself, in fear of pissing off his psychotic boss. That, and the fact that he knew he wouldn't stand a chance in a physical altercation.
Inside Donald was holding a stack of paperwork and a blank expression on his face. It wasn't clear he was pissed or if that was just the way he looked. "H-hey Donald, you called for me?"
"Sit. Down."
He sat, trying to play off the fact that he listened to quickly.
"I won't stretch this out. You know what you did and I know what you did. You failed to meet the bare fucking minimum."
"Donald I-," one look from Donald was enough to shut down any excuses from him.
"I understand. I'll make sure to meet my quota going forward."
Even though Jimmy did mess up, that wasn't the main reason Donald wanted to meet him. He needed him to act as a pawn for his game of chess. Where the real goal was Wolf.
As Jimmy was walking out, Donald added one more remark. "You should try to be more like Wolf, maybe ask him for support if this happens again in the future."
Jimmy didn't bother responding, instead he bit his lip, forcing himself to hold back the string of profanities he was about to spit out.
"Hey man, how was it?"
"Not now Jack, I'm not in the mood," he grumbled.
Jack wasn't sure what had happened in Donald's office, but he knew better than to keep pressing Jimmy about it. One look at his expression and he could tell that his friend wasn't just pissed, he was enraged. Together they walked towards the garage where his motorcycle was stored.
Except they weren't the only ones getting ready to leave. Wolf and his right hand man, Hwangmo were also there, smoking a cigarette.
Wolf eyed them as they walked in, but aside from that, he made no attempt to further acknowledge their presence.
Jimmy decided to do the same but as he was pulling out a cigarette, he got interrupted by Wolf.
"Fuck off out of here. Seeing you bitches is pissing me off. Go smoke somewhere else."
Jimmy froze for a second, and it felt like time was moving slowly for a second. His eyes darted to Wolf, and saw that he couldn't even be bothered to even look at him. Then he darted back to Jack, who was already prepping the bike to leave. As if to say, "Don't bother fighting, you won't stand a chance."
He hated it. How Donald compared him to Wolf. How Wolf felt superior to him. How even his best friend thought he didn't hold a candle to Wolf. These thoughts were enough to throw any logical thinking out the window, putting away his cigarette, he took the keys out of the bike, shutting off its engine.
This caught Wolf's attention. He eyed Jimmy walking towards him, and he could also tell by Jack's expression that this wasn't planned.
"And when did I fucking ask you for your input?" he spat at the purple haired boy.
Normally Wolf would be quick to throttle anyone who dared to speak to him like that. But he wasn't as quick to anger as other people. He tried to figure out the source of Jimmy's anger, normally he wouldn't even bother to look Wolf in the eye, but today was different.
Then his brain drifted to Donald, "That crafty bastard," he thought to himself. He understood that this was a tactic to get the Union heads to focus their hostility towards each other, that way it wouldn't be focused on Donald.
But Wolf wasn't a fan of playing a pawn in someone else's game. "Whatever, I don't have time for your shit today," he said with a heavy sigh as he walked back to his bike. Even Hwangmo was confused by his reaction, he had never seen Wolf let things slide.
But one of Jimmy's flaws is not knowing when to quit. "Keep walking. You might act like you're all that, but you're nothing more than Donald's lapdog. His bitch."
What happened next was too fast for Hwangmo and Jack to react in time. Except for Jimmy. He saw the stance Wolf had and saw his lunge coming and reacted accordingly.
Wolf was met with a kick to his face, but since he was against Jimmy, it was followed by multiple jabs at his abdomen. Unfazed he stood back up and saw Jimmy throwing a downwards punch, maneuvering his body, he managed to dodge it and wrapped his hands around the back of Jimmy's head.
Both Jack and Hwangmo knew what was about to happen and both rushed towards them. Jack knew Jimmy was about to be seriously fucked up. And Hwangmo knew that Wolf was about to go too far this time.
Having wrapped his hands around Jimmy's head, he pushed his face down, making it connect with his knee. Just the sound it made was enough to tell that it was a serious blow.
Now bleeding from his nose, Jimmy's vision got blurred as he saw Wolf coming towards him. Before either Hwangmo or Jack could get to him in time, he started throwing sharp kicks to the collapsed Jimmy, not feeling generous, he went straight for the ribs before he started to feel arms drag him.
Jack tried to move Jimmy away while Hwangmo tried to pull Wolf back, luckily by then he felt satisfied in ensuring Jimmy knew his place, without resisting he went back with Hwangmo to their bike.
Jack on the other hand had no luck with Jimmy, he was still unconscious. He grabbed Jimmy's waist, hoping to lift him up, but he was met with a pained groan from his friend. Realizing his ribs might be fractured, he quickly withdrew his hands and instead lifted him by the shoulders and walked back to his bike.
Back in his office, Donald chuckled to himself, he liked it when things went according to plan.
