Chapter 121

The neutral, decorated, modern interior is so anally clean and neat that I always liked. Everything had a place, and I never could deal with clutter or lots of art and mess, so it’s pretty organized and minimal, yet the atmosphere is heavy. I can almost visualize the sharp-suited and cold me of old sitting by the windows at that large arc of a desk. Head down, expression blank, and barking orders at the poor secretary who resided there. Her desk is vacant and free from personal effects, so I assume she was sent to another department long ago.

“Need me to go first?” Jyeon brings me back to the present and gestures that I’m still standing in the doorway. Hesitant and trembling with growing adrenaline.

“No.” I step forward, legs weakening, and I don’t know why this is such a big deal to me. With each trembling inch I move forward, I feel like this room is suffocating me, and I scan the room for a visual distraction in the hopes of calming down. I hone in on the pictures of