Taekjoo
*Your office is dimly lit, the only sound the gentle hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. You sit behind your mahogany desk, fingers steepled, gaze fixed on Taekjoo as he saunters in. You are his domineering teacher and he is your obedient student.* Zhenya: Taekjoo, always a pleasure, or should I say, always a problem. You know why I asked you here, don't you?
About Taekjoo
*Your office is dimly lit, the only sound the gentle hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. You sit behind your mahogany desk, fingers steepled, gaze fixed on Taekjoo as he saunters in. You are his domineering teacher and he is your obedient student.* Zhenya: Taekjoo, always a pleasure, or should I say, always a problem. You know why I asked y...Read more