My Ice-King : Hanamitchi

The next day…

Fernandez Corporation Headquarters

A black Mercedes G-Wagon screeched across the polished driveway, its tires letting out a sharp cry as it halted in front of the towering glass building. The security guards stiffened, hands subtly moving toward their radios. No one was expected this early—not in a car like that, not in that way.

The door slammed open. Black leather Prada boots hit the ground first. Out stepped Y/N, dressed in sleek black from head to toe—her weavy brown hair , eyes sharper than ever. There was no time for pleasantries. The events of last night still echoed in Y/N's chest like a war drum.

The receptionist's eyes widened as Y/N stormed through the lobby. "E-Excuse me! You need an appointment to—"

"I am the appointment," Y/N cut sharply without stopping.

And finally, her assistant—

rushed in behind her, in panic mode. Breathless, he reached Y/N and gave a deep bow.

"Welcome back, Miss Fernandez."

The words rang like thunder through the lobby.

Everyone froze.

Whispers spread like wildfire.

Miss Fernandez?

The Miss Fernandez?

Employees turned pale. Some instinctively bowed. Others stood straight in disbelief, eyes wide, jaws slack.

Y/N—calm, poised, and radiating silent power—gave a brief nod, continuing her stride.

Her stilettos echoed powerfully against the marble floor, each step commanding the attention of every soul in the room.

One particularly nervous receptionist stammered, "S-Sorry, Ma'am… Please don't fire us… We didn't know—"

Y/N turned her head ever so slightly, her eyes meeting his.

There was no anger in her gaze—only cold acknowledgment.

"I'm not here to fire anyone…" she said smoothly, voice steady. "But I won't tolerate incompetence."

She stopped right in front of the main elevator. "And from now on, everyone will remember who really owns Fernandez Corp."

The sound of her boots echoed like a war drum through the polished hallway—sharp, deliberate, and unrelenting. Each step screamed authority. Behind her followed her assistant, a sharply dressed man in a fitted black suit, holding a sleek tablet and a folder of documents.

The employees they passed stepped aside instinctively, murmuring to each other, eyes wide with disbelief.

The long corridor ended at the grand double doors of the Board Meeting Room, where the highest-ranking members of Fernandez Corp sat—still deep in discussion, unaware of the storm about to enter.

Her assistant moved swiftly ahead, opened the doors without knocking, and stood tall beside them.

In walked Miss Y/N Fernandez.

Silence.

Every board member turned. Chairs scraped backward as they stood—some out of respect, others out of fear.

She walked in like she owned the place.

Because she did.

Her assistant followed closely behind, silent, professional, eyes focused only on her.

The CEO, a seasoned executive with sharp eyes and a reputation for control—stood frozen for a heartbeat, then quickly composed himself. He gave a respectful bow, a gesture rarely seen from a man like him.

"Welcome back, Miss Fernandez," he said firmly, though there was a hint of unease in his voice.

He stepped aside without resistance, pulling the chair back slightly in a subtle show of deference.

Y/N didn't miss the tension in his jaw or the glances exchanged around the table.

Without breaking stride, she took her seat at the head of the table—her rightful place. The leather chair creaked softly beneath her as she sat with complete composure.

Her assistant stepped forward, placing the tablet and papers in front of her with crisp efficiency, then moved to stand by her side like a loyal sentinel.

"Thank you," she said coolly, not even looking at him. "Let's not waste time. I've reviewed the last six months of reports. Revenue is stagnant. R&D has been neglected. And don't even get me started on the marketing strategy—it's embarrassing."

The board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

Her assistant handed her another folder. She opened it, scanned the contents, and slid it across the table to the CEO.

"Effective immediately, I want every department head on this list reporting to me directly. We're restructuring—Fernandez Corp will no longer be a legacy brand. We're going to dominate."

The room was silent—shocked, but captivated.

Y/N snapped the folder shut with a decisive clap that echoed across the marble room.

She stood.

Tall. Unshaken. Untouchable.

Her assistant immediately stepped to her side, already one step ahead, tablet in hand, ready for whatever came next.

Y/N's cold, commanding gaze swept across the room one last time.

"Meeting adjourned," she said flatly.

Then she turned and walked out—boots pounding like thunder, coat swaying behind her, power radiating from every step.

The moment the doors clicked shut behind her, the room exploded into murmurs.

"Was that really her?"

"She's changed…"

"She didn't even blink"

"God, it was like looking at Medusa—"

"I couldn't move…" 

The heavy glass doors of Miss Fernandez's private office swung open as her assistant held them for her. The room was a reflection of her—sleek, modern, and commanding. Floor-to-ceiling windows cast a glow over polished stone floors, and a custom black marble desk stood at the center like a throne of power.

Y/N walked in without a word, her heels echoing with authority, and settled into her leather chair with calm precision. The city skyline stretched behind her like a kingdom at her feet.

Her assistant closed the door gently and stood at attention.

Y/N didn't look up as she spoke, her voice low and firm.

"Bring me the reports from the last two years."

The assistant nodded. "Yes, Miss Fernandez. Which department would you like to prioritize?"

"All of them," she replied, finally meeting his eyes. "I want everything. Financials. Internal audits. Security logs. Memos. Even whistleblower reports if we have them."

A pause.

"I want it all. Immediately."

The assistant blinked once, then bowed. "Understood."

He turned briskly and exited the room, already dialing a number into his earpiece as he began issuing rapid commands to staff across every department.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing slightly.

Two years.

Two years this company operated without her.

Two years of secrets, decisions, and silent wars.

She reached into her drawer and pulled out a small black flash drive—engraved with the Fernandez crest. It held something no one else had. Not yet.

She stared at it for a moment.

Then whispered to herself,

"Let's see what they've been hiding."

Y/N leaned back in her chair, her sharp exterior wavering for just a moment. She reached for her phone, her fingers hesitating slightly before she dialed the number she still remembered by heart.

It rang once.

Then—

"Hello, babe," came Yuri's smooth voice from the other end, casual… teasing.

But she didn't answer with a smirk. Her voice was low—different.

"Yuri… are you free?"

There was a pause. Then a shift in his tone—serious, soft.

"Always for you."

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, exhaling as if she'd been holding her breath all morning.

"I need you. I need you now."

His chair creaked on the other end, as if he'd just stood up.

"What happened?" he asked, concern instantly in his voice.

"Where are you right now?"

She looked out at the skyline, her voice dropping.

"My office. Come alone. Don't tell anyone."

"I'm on my way," he said, without hesitation.

The line went dead.

Y/N set the phone down gently, her fingers trembling slightly for the first time that day. She pressed them together and waited—her walls still up, but beginning to crack.

Because power could only carry her so far.

And right now… she needed Yuri.

The only man she needed was him—the only one she could truly rely on.

Yuri.

No matter how fierce her armor, how sharp her edge, he was the one constant in the storm swirling around her.

Minutes later, the soft click of the office door opening broke the silence.

Yuri stepped inside, his eyes locking with hers—no questions, no hesitation. Just unwavering support.

She stood, closing the distance between them in a few steps, the weight of everything on her shoulders briefly lifted by his presence.

"You came," she whispered.

"Always," he replied, voice steady.

In that moment, the chaos outside seemed to fade.

Because no matter the battles ahead, they would face them together.

Yuri walked up to her without hesitation and wrapped his arms around her in a firm, reassuring hug.

"What happened?" he asked softly, his voice full of concern.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand—and in it, the small black flash drive gleamed under the office light.

"Umm…" she began, voice trembling just slightly, "I'm afraid to look at this alone, Yuri. I know I have to be strong, but…"

Her eyes met his, searching for strength she wasn't sure she had right now.

"I don't want to face it by myself."

Yuri tightened his embrace, his breath warm against her ear.

"You won't. I'm here."

And in that moment, all the battles, the secrets, and the weight of Fernandez Corp felt a little less heavy.

Because she wasn't alone.

Yuri gently pulled back just enough to look into Y/N's eyes, steadying her with his calm presence.

"Alright," he said softly. "Show me."

Y/N took a deep breath and plugged the flash drive into the sleek laptop on her desk. The screen flickered to life, revealing a folder labeled "Fernandez Corp - Confidential."

She opened it, and a series of encrypted files appeared—financial records, internal emails, security footage, and… something else.

One file caught her eye: "Project Shadow" — marked with a red warning label.

Y/N clicked on the Project Shadow file—but nothing happened. The screen flickered, then displayed an encryption prompt.

"It's locked," she muttered, frustration flickering across her face. "They've gone to great lengths to keep this hidden."

Yuri leaned over, brows furrowed. "We need someone who can crack this."

Without missing a beat, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello… Felix? We need you—come to Fernandez Corp headquarters. It's urgent."

He paused, listening.

"Yeah, bring your tools. We're dealing with something serious."

Y/N stared at the screen, heart pounding.

Felix was their best cyber specialist—the man who could break through any digital fortress.

If anyone could unlock Project Shadow, it was him.

Minutes later, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed down the hall.

Felix arrived, carrying a rugged laptop and a backpack full of gadgets.

"Alright," he said with a confident grin, "let's see what secrets you're hiding."

Some minutes later, Felix's fingers flew across his keyboard with expert precision. The room was tense, everyone holding their breath.

The encryption barrier melted away under his skillful assault.

"Got it," Felix said, eyes glued to the screen. He clicked open the file.

A grainy video began to play.

It showed a clandestine meeting in a darkened room—executives discussing a covert operation to sabotage a rival company. Names were mentioned, including some on the current board.

More disturbing was the footage that followed: leaked internal audits revealing massive embezzlement and backdoor deals funneling money out of Fernandez Corp.

The camera showed a shadowy room bathed in low light. Voices whispered urgently.

"We move forward with the plan," said a man whose face was obscured, but his tone was cold and commanding.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, jaw clenched.

"This isn't just corporate sabotage," she said quietly. "It's betrayal from within."

Felix paused the video.

"We've got the smoking gun," he said. "Proof enough to bring the whole operation down."

Yuri exhaled slowly, nodding.

"Time to decide how we use it."

Y/N stared at the paused video, the shadowy faces frozen mid-conspiracy on the screen. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, remained steady.

Felix looked between her and Yuri, waiting.

But she didn't speak right away.

Then, finally—calmly, coldly—she said,

"Let's not trigger them."

Felix blinked. "What do you mean? We have them. We can expose this—press, law enforcement—"

She raised a hand, silencing him with grace and authority.

"If we act now, they'll scatter. Cover their tracks. Destroy evidence we haven't even seen yet."

Yuri leaned in, understanding starting to click in his eyes.

"You want to corner them."

Y/N nodded slowly.

"We let them think they're still in control. Let them continue playing their little game. Meanwhile, we gather everything—emails, transactions, even witnesses. When we strike, it'll be final. No escape. No denial."

Felix gave a small, impressed smirk. "Damn. That's cold."

"It's business," she said, standing from her chair. "And this is my company."

Yuri looked at her, proud. "So… what's the next move?"

Y/N turned toward the window, arms crossed behind her back as the city lights shimmered below.

"Simple," she said.

"We watch. We record. We let them bury themselves."

Felix leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his hair, eyes wide with a mix of respect and disbelief.

"Woahhh… chick-a-baaaeee…" he whistled low. "Damn, Y/N. I just saw the real you today—with my own eyes."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, half-amused. "Oh? And who was I before?"

Felix laughed. "Back in university, you were chill. Smart, sure. Sharp. But this?" He gestured around the room. "This whole ice-queen-meets-war-general vibe? Ruthless. Calculated. Dangerous. I mean…"

He gave a dramatic sigh, slouching in the chair.

"I felt so left out when I missed the Renzo situation, thought I missed the fireworks. But now—? Nah. This… this aura is something else. Way different from campus days."

Yuri chuckled low under his breath, arms crossed as he leaned against the desk.

Y/N just smirked faintly, eyes unreadable.

"That's what happens," she said coolly, "when life stops handing you lessons and starts handing you weapons."

Felix whistled again. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

Y/N turned away slightly, her smirk softening into something quieter—something only Yuri noticed.

"You never had to," she said.