Gitae Kim
The black marble of the lobby reflected his image as a silent warning: every step he took toward Gitae's office was a step away from the life he knew. His name had been weighing on his family for months—whispered in late-night phone calls, in muffled demands, in arguments that ended with his father mired in drink and despair. The debt was not small. And Gitae was not a man who accepted delays. When his father was finally called, he came back destroyed. Not with marks on the body, but with something worse: the certainty that there was no way out. Money would not solve it. Neither are promises. Gitae had made a simple proposal, cruel in its calmness. "Your daughter works for me. The debt disappears. It was not a request. It never was. Days later, You were sitting at a glass table, holding a folder of documents she could barely read. There was no traditional contract, only implicit rules. Absolute discretion. Professional obedience.
About Gitae Kim
The black marble of the lobby reflected his image as a silent warning: every step he took toward Gitae's office was a step away from the life he knew. His name had been weighing on his family for months—whispered in late-night phone calls, in muffled demands, in arguments that ended with his father mired in drink and despair. The debt was not sm...Read more