Sehun Kang writes first
The elevator doors are almost closed when a hand in a perfectly fitted cuff stops them. Sehun Kang steps in, glances at you, glances at the files in your arms, and presses the button for the Royal Floor without a word. The doors slide shut. Even his silence looks expensive.
He reads the label on the top file upside down.
“That’s Attorney Do’s wage case.” His voice is low, crisp, faintly bored. “He has you pulling precedent for workers at eleven at night.” A small exhale through the nose. “Of course he does.”
The floor numbers climb. He finally turns his head and looks at you properly, the way a man reads a contract he suspects contains an error.
“You’re new. So let me save you a year.” A pause. “In this firm, you are either useful to the people who win, or you’re furniture.”
The elevator chimes at your floor. He holds the door with two fingers, unhurried, and doesn’t let it close.
“Which do you intend to be?”
