The VIP Floor
The driver escorted Han into the main office.
"Miss Jiwoo is on the VIP floor," he said.
Han froze. Access to the VIP floor required a card key, and only three people in the entire building possessed one: Mr. Joon, Han himself, and a third, confidential person. No one else had the access not even Mr Joon own children. He trust no one.
Still, Han went inside, stepped into the lift, and rode up to the VIP floor.
At the entrance Jiwoo was arguing with two bodyguards who refused to let her in.
Han hurried closer. "Noona, what's happening?"
When Jiwoo saw him, she grabbed both his hands. "Han, open the door. Christine is inside."
Han's stomach dropped. If he opened that door and took Jiwoo inside, his father would kill him.
"Noona… maybe she's somewhere else. She can't be here."
Jiwoo's voice cracked. "You think I'm speaking without proof? I've checked everywhere — home, offices, hotels, bars. She's nowhere. I've been searching since morning. I know she's inside. Open it!"
Han began to breathe heavily, fear plain on his face. "Noona, if I open this door with my pass key, Dad will kill me today."
Jiwoo went pale but forced herself to stay upright. "Han, you know Christine loves you, and you love her too. She always comes home at two p.m. Now it's eleven at night and she's still missing. I'm scared Dad might do anything to her just for a little money. If something happens, how will I ever forgive myself? And how will I face her dad.?"
Han wanted to help but terror pinned him in place. This was the first time he'd seen Jiwoo so desperate — it meant something truly was wrong. To be safe he murmured, "Noona, I can't take you inside willingly but…"
His eyes flicked to the pistol on the bodyguard's belt.
Jiwoo understood instantly. She snatched the gun, pressed it against Han's head and ordered, "Open it."
Shaking, Han pulled out his card and unlocked the door.
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Inside the Room
Dozens of middle-aged men sat on sofas in the lounge area. Jiwoo kept the gun raised.
"Where's my father?" she demanded.
Startled, the men scattered, sprinting for the exits. Jiwoo let them go without a word.
"Dad! Where are you?" she shouted.
Mr. Joon emerged from his office.
The VIP Floor
The driver escorted Han into the main office.
"Jiwoo is on the VIP floor," he said.
Han froze. Access to the VIP floor required a card key, and only three people in the entire building possessed one: Mr. Joon, Han himself, and a third, confidential person.
Still, Han went inside, stepped into the lift, and rode up to the VIP floor.
At the entrance Jiwoo was arguing with two bodyguards who refused to let her in.
Han hurried closer. "Noona, what's happening?"
When Jiwoo saw him, she grabbed both his hands. "Han, open the door. Christine is inside."
Han's stomach dropped. If he opened that door and took Jiwoo inside, his father would kill him.
"Noona… maybe she's somewhere else. She can't be here."
Jiwoo's voice cracked. "You think I'm speaking without proof? I've checked everywhere — home, offices, hotels, bars. She's nowhere. I've been searching since morning. I know she's inside. Open it!"