"I assumed you would have packed your things and left Seoul by now," Choi said, his voice smooth and entirely devoid of pity. "Most men would have taken the hint.""I have a contract, Senior," I said, keeping my voice perfectly level. My stomach cramped violently, begging for food, but I forced my posture straight. "My suspension is over."Choi leaned back in his plush leather chair, steepling his manicured fingers. He looked at me with the kind of mild distaste one reserves for a cockroach that refuses to die. "You are a liability, Tae-Rin. You lack the political grace required to survive in this firm. The Managing Partner wants you terminated. I want you terminated." He opened a drawer and pulled out a thick, heavy manila folder, tossing it onto the center of his desk. It landed with a heavy, definitive thud. "But," Choi continued, a cruel smile touching the corners of his mouth, "firing you immediately after you exposed a prosecutor makes it look like retaliation. The press might

"Yes." Jung kept his eyes glued to the mahogany table. "According to company protocol, during a shift change, both supervisors must walk the floor, physically verify the high-value inventory, and sign a handover manifest. Did you perform this protocol with Mr. Kim?"Seo Dong-Hyuk leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. He didn't object. He just watched me with that infuriating, serene smile. "We... we walked the floor, yes," Jung stammered, his fingers picking nervously at the cuticle of his thumb. "But we didn't check the high-value cages. Mr. Kim told me he had already locked them up and verified the count himself."[Heart Rate: 112 BPM][Sweat Gland Activation Detected: Neck / Temples]I leaned forward. "He told you he already checked them? And you simply took his word for it? A veteran employee like yourself, violating a strict company policy that could cost you your job?""Objection," Dong-Hyuk said smoothly, his tone conversational. "Argumentative. Attorney J

11:45 PM.  The rain had turned from a steady drizzle into a torrential downpour by the time I reached the industrial shipping docks of Incheon. The air was thick, tasting of salt, diesel exhaust, and rotting seaweed.  Sector Four of Daeho Logistics was a massive, sprawling complex of corrugated steel warehouses and towering stacks of rusted shipping containers. Floodlights cut through the heavy rain, casting long, distorted shadows across the wet asphalt.  I crouched behind a stack of wooden pallets just outside the main chain-link fence. My cheap grey suit was soaked through, clinging to my freezing skin like wet paper. Water dripped from my hair into my eyes, stinging them.  I couldn't subpoena the warehouse CCTV footage. Dong-Hyuk would have already had it wiped or legally tied up in discovery motions for months. If I wanted evidence, I had to find it before Titan Law buried it

[Silent Observation Activated]The blue text hovered in my vision, unaffected by the pouring rain. [Target 1: Sweeping left quadrant. Cadence: Slow, methodical.][Target 2: Stationary at the front door.][Target 3: Approaching right corner of the shed.]Target 3 was coming right toward me. The beam of his flashlight hit the mud just five feet away, slowly tracking along the wall. I couldn't run. The open yard between the shed and the maze of shipping containers was twenty yards of flat, illuminated concrete. If I sprinted, he would hear my footsteps in the puddles, and he would easily shoot me in the back. I had to wait. I pressed myself entirely flat against the back wall, sliding inch by inch toward the left corner, away from the approaching light. My sliced ribs dragged against my wet shirt, sending sickening waves of nausea through my stomach. [Opponent Visual Arc: 45 Degrees][Blind Spot Identified]The flashlight beam swept past the rusted hole I had just crawled out of. Th

Dong-Hyuk smiled. It was a gentle, almost pitying expression. "You saw cardboard boxes in the dark. But unfortunately, seeing isn't proving. And according to the arresting officers, your phone was tragically destroyed when you resisted arrest. You have no photographic evidence. You have no witnesses. You are sitting in a police station at 3:00 AM, bleeding, facing ten years for corporate espionage and breaking and entering."He was right. Every word he spoke felt like a heavy stone being stacked on my chest. [Opponent Strategy: Psychological Demoralization][Victory Probability: 0%]Dong-Hyuk reached into his briefcase and pulled out a single, crisp sheet of paper. He slid it across the metal table, stopping just inches from my handcuffed wrists. "This is a settlement agreement," Dong-Hyuk said softly. "You drop the wrongful termination suit against Daeho Logistics immediately. You sign a confession stating you entered the shipyard under the delusion of finding evidence, entirely on