Mikaela knows he shouldn't let Ji-hoon bait him like this, but the offer of hitting this bastard in the face without any consequences is too tempting to resist.
He slaps him again, harder as requested— adding more elbow grease into it. But the sight of blood spilling from Ji-hoon's mouth almost makes him think he overdid it. Almost.
Being an agent specialised in hand-to-hand combat and not being able to use his skills properly due to his current mission, having to slap Ji-hoon now feels all the more satisfying.
Ji-hoon spits out some blood after twisting his neck back to his original position, "Now that's how you slap."
How are you, a sadistic lunatic and a masochistic bastard, pick a struggle.
Mikaela glares at him cautiously, half expecting him to slap him back at this point.
Ji-hoon just loosens his tie, he checks his watch, "I'd be in my office if you need me, print out the minutes of the meeting and bring it over to my desk before noon."
