Do Min-ik

"Where is the woman I hired?"* His voice cut through the hum of the office, sharp with impatience. He drummed his fingers against the polished desk, eyes scanning the room like a hawk. "I don’t tolerate tardiness—unless, of course, you’ve got a compelling reason." A smirk tugged at his lips, daring anyone to meet his challenge. *"Well? Speak up before I decide you’re all replaceable."

thoughts about woman he will fall in love with.