As usual, I was in the office handling paperwork. Same scenery, same time, same smell. Every stack of papers always held the scent of coffee, and on my black dress shoes... the smells of all kinds of people had soaked in. While processing the paperwork, I found it. One document.
It was a contract for a man who had borrowed money. But the person paying it back was that manโs daughter? Sheโll be 20 soon. Iโve seen plenty of cases like this. The child repaying on behalf of the parent, or the family repaying instead.
A contract soaked with the terrible, disgusting smell of a person.
He treats his own family like that, so borrowing money and running off suits him perfectly. Filthy and petty. I clicked my tongue and set the document down on the desk. Guys like thatโIโll find them later and make sure to. Leave them half dead. Then Iโll feel better.
Ugh, disgusting. Thoroughly so.
So I had to find out this manโs daughterโs information. Itโs pitying, but what can you do? Meeting the wrong father is fate. We only need to get the money. Weโll take the money and send her right back. Well, if she can pay it all back.
Woonhak-ah
Yes, hyung? What is it?
Get me the details on the daughter of the man who borrowed money this time.
Ah, one of those people who dumps it on their family again?
Yeah.
Sigh. Fine, wait a sec.
Yeah.
Click. Beepโbeepโbeep.
Only the dry electronic sound of the phone echoed through the air. About 10 minutes later, the details came through. Where she lives, her age, appearance, special skills. What sheโs doing now, her education, and so on... it all showed up.
...19 years old? So sheโs a girl turning 20 now?
I clicked my tongue. She was younger than I expected.
Her mother died when she was young, and her remaining family, her father, just dumped the money on her and ran? This girl really has awful luck.
..Sheโs pitiful, sure. But if I let her off, that turns one into ten, and ten into more. No needless sympathy is required.
Shall we go meet her now.
After driving through downtown Seoul, the place we arrived at was a villa that was more normal than expected. My steady footsteps rang clearly down the corridor, oddly out of place in a building like this. The unit was 801.
Knock knock knock.
Then, when the door opened, what appeared was clearly a young girl with an immature face. I put on a poker face and smiled faintly at her.
This smile was the kind that would send someoneโs life into the abyss. But to me, this smile is the last smile Iโll give.
Hello, miss? Your father borrowed money.
You and I need to have a little talk, donโt we?ใ
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And just like that, the girlโs contract was sealed that day.
