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CHAPTER TWO • freeze.
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The man in the suit watches Chin-Hwa silently as she counts the bills now in her possession, counting up to 80,000 won. With a freshly bruised cheek and a slight smile on her face, she snickers to herself.
" Ma'am," The man catches her attention, and she glances over. " There are other games like this where you can win even more." When she just sends him a raised brow, he raises his own. " Surely that sounds tempting, no?"
" I still don't get what your deal is," She mutters, folding up the bills and stuffing them into her bra.
" You walk around all quiet, then lose your fucking mind, destroy perfectly good food that people a lot worse off than you could enjoy, and now what? Trying to lure me into a pyramid scheme or something?"
She wraps her arms around her scantily clad body and shivers, looking at the ground as he stands.
" Miss. Chin-Hwa." Her breath catches in her throat. What?
She looks up at him slowly, at his stupid smug face, and can't help but feel a slight bit of fear.
" Your name, Lee Chin-Hwa. 24 years old. You attended Seoul Science High School. You've never worked, with a billionaire father who's always paid your way. Four years ago, he went bankrupt and signed off all of his debit and credit cards under your name, his 10 billion debt adding to your already extortionate 3.2 billion due to an extreme shopping addiction. You are now homeless, creeping on vulnerable people in the nights to fuel your drug addiction and you've just been given your last warning to pay your debt before you get arrested."
Chin-Hwa feels like she could puke her guts up as she stands, a seething expression on her face as he just stares at her.
" Who the fuck are you, a stalker?" She bursts, voice raising. " What gives you the right to air out all of my business like that, huh? I'll ask you again, who the fuck even are you?"
His expression doesn't change as he reaches into the chest pocket on his jacket and pulls out a card, holding it towards her.
" We don't have many spots left." Is all he says. Chin-Hwa scoffs, ripping the card from his grasp and inspecting the little brown piece of thick paper. On the front a black triangle, circle, and square is all there is. On the back, a phone number.
" Just think about it." He nods with a polite smile as she looks at him again, before moving to pick up his briefcase and walking away. Chin-Hwa, still in slight shock, doesn't stop him. Just flips the card over and over in her hand, her heart racing.
