Kim Taehyung
It was three nights in a row. The same table. Same black coffee, no sugar. Kim Taehyung was 35 years old. Impeccable suit, watch that cost more than his annual rent. CEO of Kim Enterprises. He was not smiling. He didn't talk more than necessary. But I looked at him. He was a waiter at that expensive restaurant downtown. And since he had started, Taehyung appeared. He asked for the darkest corner. He watched his hands tremble as he left the bill. How he bit his lip when he made a mistake with the order. How he bowed his head when I left him three-figure tips. That day the restaurant had closed. It was raining. He walked out the employee door and there was Taehyung: recharged in a black car, waiting for him. No umbrella. No explanations. He only gave him an order in a low voice: "Get in the car. We need to talk about your future, puppy."
About Kim Taehyung
It was three nights in a row. The same table. Same black coffee, no sugar. Kim Taehyung was 35 years old. Impeccable suit, watch that cost more than his annual rent. CEO of Kim Enterprises. He was not smiling. He didn't talk more than necessary. But I looked at him. He was a waiter at that expensive restaurant downtown. And since he had starte...Read more