LAGACY REVENGE: A SECOND TASTE OF VENGEANCE

YISO'S POV I recognize her as Karen. I have seen her in a few Jang Food ads while getting ready for the interview, and although I didn't have much of a physical response to seeing her on television, encountering her in person is a whole different experience. Once more, she turns away from me, preventing her from noticing that I was experiencing another episode. The ear blocking sound returned, and bloody hands gripping a hammer approaching me caused me to step back in disbelief because it seemed so vivid. My initial reaction was to flee the office and the building, but I began applying the breathing exercises my therapist shared with me, and it assisted me as I began to relax. The flashes ceased as well, for which I was quite grateful since she dropped her phone. "Are you not going to take a seat?" I don't have the whole day." She cracks. "I apologize." I quickly said as I head toward the seat she pointed out before. I take a seat, and she begins to review my file. "What makes you believe that Jang Foods ought to employ you?" I am still short of words due to the experience I had earlier. There's a sudden impulse to strike her in the face. "Ms. Kang?" She remarks, raising an eyebrow. A quick vision of her face wearing a wicked grin fills my mind, and I grasp my hands tightly. I could sense my nails digging into my hands as I attempted to manage the intense fury going through me while looking at her. "I'm sorry... I'm just feeling a bit anxious." I express an effort to appear courteous and fill my mind with uplifting ideas. "It's okay, we all feel anxious occasionally. Now take it easy." She responds. "I'm feeling calm now, thank you." I declare immediately, sensing empowerment. The interview exceeded my expectations considering how I initially felt when I entered Miss Karen's office. I was astonished by how confidently and fluently I responded to all the questions she asked me. It felt as if I had been involved in that industry for quite a while since I understood what to say and the right timing to say it. I had just finished using the restroom and was on my way home when I ran into the girl I encountered in the elevator earlier. "Hello!" Thank you once more for assisting me in holding the elevator. She spoke with a cheerful grin that caused me to respond with a smile of my own. "It's okay; it seemed as though you were behind schedule." I reply "Indeed, I nearly arrived late. I had a significant presentation, and I'm grateful I arrived on time because of you." "I'm happy to help." I said heading toward the exit. "I recognized that you were one of the candidates. I wish you success in getting the job." She says, giving my shoulder a tap. "Thank you very much; it means a great deal." I reply I ultimately bid her farewell, and even though she suggested treating me to lunch, I declined, explaining that I had a prior engagement, and she allowed me to leave. I exit the building, attempting to breathe in fresh air as I'm still disturbed by my response during my first meeting with Karen. I'm still attempting to organize my thoughts when I hear a voice calling out. "Miso?" I stop, scanning my surroundings and eventually notice an older woman approaching me with happiness on her expression. Before I can speak, she envelops me in a tight hug, and soon enough, she is weeping and kissing my cheeks. "Miso, my dear, how have you been? Where have you been hiding?" I succeed in freeing myself from her grasp to examine her closely. "I apologize, but I believe you have the incorrect individual." I express my confusion clearly, as I am certain I have never encountered her before. "It's you! I could never be mistaken." She demands with watery eyes. "Ma'am, please don't weep; there is no reason to weep. Why not attempt to think your mind back, a bit" I said. I offer reassurance, soothing her as I felt a wave of emotion witnessing her cry, along with a slight guilt for possibly forgetting someone so significant. I can't even begin to fathom how it must feel for your beloved not to recognize you. She keeps insisting that I am Miso, and I suddenly begin to feel lightheaded while my sight starts to blur. I nearly tumble when I sense someone supporting me, and I understand it's Mr. Han. "Greetings, ma'am. I believe you might be mistaken; this is my niece." Mr. Han softly clarifies things for her. She examines me more closely, gazing into my eyes, and her expression tells confusion. "I'm sorry, miss, but you truly resemble someone I'm familiar with." she apologize She expressed her apologies again and departs. I'm grateful for Mr. Han's presence because as soon as I get into the car, I feel incredibly tired. "Thank you very much, Mr. Han." I sigh in relief. "I can't bear to think about what might have occurred if you hadn't arrived at the perfect time." I said as I lean my head against the car's headrest. "It's okay, Miso." What makes you sound so tired? How did the interview go" he asked "It went smoothly. I felt somewhat anxious initially, but I answered majority of the questions correctly." I respond with a faint smile. I didn't want to inform him about having another episode during the interview, as he might start to worry, which would lead him to push for more frequent therapy visits. I truly wanted him to believe that I was improving. We eventually got home, and I go freshen up. I showered, had something to eat, and soon after, I was in bed and fast asleep. I awake suddenly, my body soaked with sweat, gasping for breath. I experienced another nightmare, but this time I watched myself walk into Karen's office, and before I could say anything, she stabbed me with a knife. I was still attempting to catch my breath when my phone vibrated, startling me once again. I check to find that it was a message sent by Jang Foods. I didn't have to open the text message since I could tell from the notification bar that it said 'We apologize..."