Chapter 25: Daehwa Securities (3)
July 1st, 1987.
While South Korea was heating up in the wake of President Jeon Doo-gwang’s June 29 Declaration, and all public attention was consumed by political issues—
—I was sitting in a dim room deep inside Daehwa Securities, plotting schemes and laughing joyfully.
“Si-hyun, isn’t this fun?”
“...What exactly do you mean?”
She was struggling to process even half of what I’d said, scribbling everything down into her notebook while frowning in concentration.
“Just... you know. Scheming something shady in a dark, closed-off room like this.”
“Is that... your kind of thing?”
She gave me a baffled look. I shrugged and answered casually.
“Well, something like that.”
This kind of thing was always my favorite. Playing puppet master in the shadows... that sort of game.
Call it childish if you want, but it’s fun—what can I say? If I ever got to watch the world truly dance in the palm of my hand, it would probably feel like a drug-induced high.