"You are fucking crazy!"
-Sunoo
"We are all crazy.., you just refuse to see it Sunoo-ya.."
"Let me go.. please"
-Sunoo
"I would, but where's the fun in that, hm?"
A story abou...
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As the weekend approached, Sunoo's days were a full of different activities. Being the youngest hier of the kim family came with many responsibilities he had ignored in the past years.
Sunoo was about to graduate and he can't ignore his responsibilities any longer nor did he want to anymore. His family always supported him, now it is his turn to do the same for his family.
Sunoo was currently at NGO event. As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, he was about to leave the event venue organized to raise funds for orphan children's education.
Engaging conversations flowed around him. He shared moments of laughter and discussions about the impact of their efforts. The clinking of glasses echoing in the air.
Sunoo's voice carried genuine enthusiasm as he spoke to a group of NGO staff members. "The work you're doing is truly inspiring."
Their smiles mirrored his sentiment, gratitude evident in their eyes. "We're honored to have your support, Mr. Kim. Your presence raises awareness and encourages others to join the cause."
As the event reached its end, Sunoo's eyes caught glimpses of familiar faces from other affluent families. A nod here, a courteous exchange there, he handled the social landscape with grace.
With the evening growing darker Sunoo found himself back in his car, the night lights of Seoul making the city shine beautifully.
His thoughts turned into smile as he recalled the orphan children he had met earlier, their dreams and aspirations echoing in his mind. He felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, a reminder that the power of privilege carried a duty to uplift those less fortunate.
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The office hummed with a controlled chaos, a symphony of keyboards clicking and hushed discussions. The collective energy seemed to surge as everyone poured their dedication into the tasks at hand. The week had been a relentless push.
Days had melded into nights, each marked by the pale glow of computer screens and the smell of coffee. Sunghoon did not leave his office once overworking himself.
Seated at his desk, surrounded by stacks of organized documents, Sunghoon's gaze moved across the words with a critical eye. He called his secretary telling her the important details "Make sure to update the changes I discussed with you earlier. We need everything finalized before the weekend," he instructed, his tone serious.
"Absolutely, Mr. Park. I'll ensure that everything is done before the deadline."
A brief silence hung in the air before Sunghoon's thoughts shifted. "Also, notify Wonyoung that I need to discuss a few matters about her upcoming art exhibition. Ask her to see me tomorrow."
