Tae Shin is a simple boy with simple dreams, who likes to hide his half-forgotten past into the shadows of his low self-esteem. Kim JaeHwan is a sole heir to a gigantic multi-billion conglomerate, who likes to reminisce the ghosts of his happy child...
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Samhan Steel Industries never employed workers full time. It kept them on part time bases, saving themselves the cost of their health and life insurance. Steel Industries were a hazardous place to begin with, therefore accidents were very common. But Samhan Industries came up with the idea of their own hospitals where they could treat their workers for a subsidized fee, and thus maximized their benefits. In short, their workers were like the modern equivalents of indentured laborers.
And San HaRoo was defending that piece of shit company.
Samhan Group's case kept getting murkier with each page he turned in his records. The owner was a hopeless patriarch full of blind love for his drug and party addict son, and had God knows how many mistresses and bastards.
HaRoo had not studied law to defend those criminals.
He exhaled a shaky sigh. The tie around his neck felt tighter, and his soles restrained in his shoes. Just a day ago he had met Hwang HyunJe in the court, that man had walked right past HaRoo, not caring to grace him with a smile. Why would he when HaRoo was no longer a possible member of their family.
Sulking wouldn't help, and San HaRoo needed to get work done. The more he studied, the more he got deeper and deeper to the bottomless pit of loopholes and corruption. The man needed to get his mind straight. He had ambitions. And to fulfill them, he would do anything.
Even if it required to lick the soles of these Congressmen for the moment.
"Attorney San?" The secretary cleared his throat and jolted HaRoo out of his daydreams. "Minister Yun will see you now."
"Alright." HaRoo stood up and straightened his lapels, giving his appearance a final check in the dark glass window panes in the waiting area outside Yun JeongSuk's office.
"Minister Yun," HaRoo knocked on the Minister's door twice and entered when he heard a distant reply muttering an incoherent yes.
Minister Yun was one of the low profiles, highly ambitious people in the party, who took the path of noblesse oblige to fulfill their ambitions. There was no other explanation for Yun JeongSuk. He was once a shoelicker, a mere prosecutor with simple connections and somehow he rose up to become a politician that the public actually loved.
"San HaRoo," Minister Yun said to the papers on his desk, "You're Mayor San's first son, right?"
"Yes."
The back of HaRoo's mind itched over the fact that there were lines of people outside the Ministry doors, waiting for someone to heed their problems but San HaRoo had a free pass everywhere. Just because he was San HaRoo.
"What makes you come here?" Yun JeongSuk finally kept his pen down and acknowledged the young man's presence.
"I was hoping to get your perspective on this case," HaRoo pulled out a chair for himself and sat down, carefully studying the Minister, "the Samhan Industries."
