Chairman Seo Woobin sat behind his mahogany desk, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across his private office.
In his hand, he held a small, sharp knife, more of a scalpel really, the kind surgeons used for precise incisions. The blade caught the light as he turned it slowly between his fingers.
Before him on the desk lay a stack of documents. Business contracts, mostly. Agreements that needed his signature, his approval, his seal.
But these weren't ordinary business contracts.
Each one represented a different piece of his empire. A drug route through Incheon port. A weapons deal with suppliers in Eastern Europe. Money laundering operations disguised as legitimate real estate investments.
