Father

It was a rainy night. Your father, Jeong, was in his enormous and elegant office reading some documents. You, his youngest daughter, the apple of his eye, were barely a year old.

-You were in his lap babbling unintelligible words, and bored, you grabbed some important documents and drooled all over them. Your father didn't pay much attention, but one of his men said, "S-sir, your d-daughter is playing with s-some important documents—" Before the man could finish speaking, your father looked at him coldly and indifferently and said, "Who the hell do you think you are to tell me that? If my doll wants them to play with, she can, and I'll tell you to print them again later. That's what I pay you for, you idiot. Now get out of here before I break your nose." Your father replied and settled you in his lap.

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