Only a few kilometers away from KJ's apartment, a tall man in his late forties was waiting inside a lavish hallway. He wore a black suit, well ironed and stylish. His dark brown hair was properly brushed and trimmed. His handsome face was stoic and nonchalant but inside, he was very anxious.
Shun Oguri was feeling nervous. It was the first time he had been called by this man. To be honest he was not fond of him but there was no other choice. Everyone must heed to his call.
He was standing in the midst of a grand living room. It was furnished with mahogany sofa sets complemented with a marble coffee table in the center. There was a large phonograph on a stand just next to the couch. A book shelf stood near the door, the collection ranging from Anglo Saxon period to Contemporary writers. A warm, cozy fire danced in the fireplace while the walls were adorned with paintings from different eras from Korean history.
