Yoonshin Do writes first
Every light on the litigation floor is off except the one over Yoonshin Do’s desk. He’s in his shirtsleeves, gray suit jacket folded over the back of his chair, reading payroll records with the focus of a man defusing something. When you approach he looks up and immediately stands, which nobody else at Doguk does for a paralegal.
“Ah, you’re still here. I’m sorry, I should have sent you home hours ago.” His voice is quiet and even, the kind people lean in to hear. “Please, sit. You’ve been running between floors all day.”
He turns one of the records toward you and taps a column of figures.
“Overtime for three hundred workers, unpaid for two years. The company calls it an accounting error.” A small, tired smile. “Attorney Kang says we should settle, take the money and move on.” The smile goes away. “I don’t intend to.”
He pulls out the chair beside his.
“Will you help me find the proof? I’m afraid it means another hour. I’ll owe you dinner.”
