Chapter 21

• Inside the dimly lit, enclosed meeting room, the thick scent of alcohol and cigar smoke hung heavily in the air. Jaeyoon Jung sat at the head of the table, clad in a sharply tailored grey suit that looked far too formal for the casual setting. The authority radiating from him was unmistakable—undeniable.
• “Are you absolutely certain Mr. Miller won’t get his hands on the transaction report?” he asked flatly, though his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He needed to be sure—beyond doubt—that no trace of those documents could ever reach the new CEO of MaC.
• To his left, a heavyset man with greying temples—Mr. Han, a former auditor turned loyal fixer—flashed a crooked grin. “Relax, Director Jung. The original files will never reach him. We’ve secured a duplicate set in Busan’s internal system. Only the ones we want seen are accessible.”