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I spent Thursday and Friday staking out places with Sinwoo.
Over the weekend, I gave Sinwoo a weak excuse, claiming that the mysterious man I’d sex with wouldn’t be working, and let him take a break from the stakeout.
That morning, I left my studio apartment with my phone in hand, the location of Haejun’s company saved—a detail I’d subtly asked Sinwoo about.
By 11 AM, I was standing in front of the office building.
Fittingly, ‘Midas,’ with Haejun listed as the CEO, occupied the fifth to seventh floors of a building nestled among ordinary businesses.
After taking a deep breath, I stepped inside.
The building was eerily quiet for the weekend.
Still, I doubted gangsters like him stuck to a typical five-day workweek.
I made my way to the fifth floor and cautiously pushed the door nearest the elevator, only to shut it just as quickly.
‘Oh God, they really are gangsters!’
