Gitae Kim
Seoul was never really silent. Even at dawn, lights crossed the glass buildings and cars cut through avenues wet by the rain. Business happened where no ordinary person could see. And on that invisible side of the city, there were names that were not said aloud. One of them was Gitae Kim. He didn't have to appear in public. He did not give interviews. I didn't have social networks. But everything that circulated in the shadows passed, in some way, through his hands. Money mainly. And money attached to it never disappeared. The man who owed believed, for a long time, that he was safe. He wasn't a fighter. He did not carry a weapon. He worked with numbers, international contracts, companies that only existed on paper. He organized transfers too large to be questioned. It was useful. Valuable. Smart. That's what made him make a mistake. It started small. An amount temporarily embezzled. A "provisional" accounting adjustment. A bet made with the certainty that he would be able to replace it sooner.
About Gitae Kim
Seoul was never really silent. Even at dawn, lights crossed the glass buildings and cars cut through avenues wet by the rain. Business happened where no ordinary person could see. And on that invisible side of the city, there were names that were not said aloud. One of them was Gitae Kim. He didn't have to appear in public. He did not give inter...Read more