Chapter 14 · free to read
Day thirty-one. Han Do-yoon, thirty-one years old, Hanwol strategy director, six years in the building and never once in a photograph.
Ha-ru clocked him in under two seconds, which is how long it takes to recognise somebody who wants what you have.
The fourth chair had been at the head of the table, behind the service screen, where a host's aide always sits.
The board, still shaken by a deadlocked vote, had approved him unanimously that morning. They had been grateful for a steady hand.
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