Chapter 12 - .12 Warning
Tall stone walls framed the compound, ivy creeping up the edges like time itself had a grip on the place. Ahead of him were two towering emerald-colored double doors, guarded by two men in black suits standing stiffly on either side. The old-money atmosphere was unmistakable—classy, quiet, but weighed down by unseen burdens.
Jason’s shoes clicked against the polished stone path as he approached. One of the guards nodded and pushed a small earpiece, signaling someone inside.
Moments later, a young male assistant in a fitted vest stepped out and gave a slight bow. "Young Master Yun," he greeted smoothly. "The family head is waiting. Please, come inside."
Jason nodded and followed him through the heavy doors and into a hallway lined with traditional artwork and aged oak furniture. The assistant led him into a room with floor-to-ceiling windows and gestured to a seat by a low table.
"What would you like to drink?" the assistant asked politely.
"Just water," Jason replied, keeping his tone neutral.
As he settled in, his eyes scanned the room. Everything was perfectly arranged, but the silence had a tension to it. He didn’t have to wait long before the door opened again.
An older man stepped in.
His hair, though grey, was thick and gleamed with health. His beard was impeccably maintained. The tailored navy suit he wore fit like a glove, exuding elegance. But beneath the sharp clothes and polished exterior, the years weighed visibly on him—bags under his eyes, the slight hunch of a man who had carried responsibility for far too long.
Jason stood and offered a slight bow as he extended his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Headmaster Son."
The old man let out a quiet chuckle, his handshake firm. "Likewise, Young Master Yun. I’ve heard quite a bit about you."