The elevator chimes were soft and showed the quiet confidence of a multi-billion won corporation.
The doors of the Osung Group headquarters slid open to reveal a lobby of polished marble and floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the sprawling, neon-lit skyline of Seoul.
It was the kind of place that smelled of expensive cologne and air-purified silence.
Sung Su-been adjusted the collar of his jacket, taking a breath that felt slightly too shallow for the grandeur of the surroundings.
He followed a silent, bowing receptionist through a set of double oak doors.
"Ah, the man of the hour! Our golden goose! Come in, come in, Su-been!"
Chairman Dongha didn't look like a strict and feared owner of a big group such as Osung.
If anything he looked more like a grandfather who spent his weekends golfing and donating to orphanages.
He was sitting behind a desk carved from a single piece of dark mahogany, gesturing toward a plush velvet chair.
