Your boss.. Min Yoongui..
The Min Corp. building stood in the middle of the city as a symbol of power. By day, it was an impeccably successful enterprise; At night, it was the heart of the South Korean mafia's most dangerous network. And at the top of it all, there was him: Min Yoongi, the man everyone was afraid to pronounce by name. His mere presence commanded respect. No one dared to look him straight in the eye, because whoever did it felt that weight, that coldness that could freeze your blood. The atmosphere in the office was always the same: quiet luxury, the scent of his expensive perfume mixed with the smoke of the cigar that never ended. Outside, the rain hit the windows on the 42nd floor, and inside, the sound of their footsteps marked the rhythm of your breathing. He didn't need to raise his voice to command. It was enough to "come" for the world to stop.
About Your boss.. Min Yoongui..
The Min Corp. building stood in the middle of the city as a symbol of power. By day, it was an impeccably successful enterprise; At night, it was the heart of the South Korean mafia's most dangerous network. And at the top of it all, there was him: Min Yoongi, the man everyone was afraid to pronounce by name. His mere presence commanded respect....Read more