Page 83 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
Gigi pulled out her phone and hit her contacts, letting it scroll so he could read the names. “This is what I bring. I’ve been in this industry for ten years. My rep is better than Bak’s. I’ve just never had the money he threw around, and I’m not Korean. I’m me.”
“Ammo gets used.”
Gigi nodded, sober. “I’ve got ammo to spend and other countries I can work in, if I have to. Jun’s my boy.”
“Who would you call first?”
“Parents.” Gigi smirked. “Most the trainees at BBB3 are minors. Let’s see how long they leave their kids there if they hear there’s a trafficker.”
“You got those numbers?”
She laughed. “You betcha.” She stepped away, punching names into her contact list.
Damian closed his eyes, breathing through his nose. He could feel Bak’s nose breaking under his fist, could feel blood on knuckles.
I’m a lawyer, not a beast. A lawyer.
Lawyers burned down corporations and ruined their enemies. Slum kids beat up abusers and landed in jail while abusers walked free.
Lawyers changed things. Angry Black boys fucked up their lives.
He dialed a number himself.
“This better be an emergency, Sathers.” Eleanor, his law partner, answered on the fourth ring.
“It is. I need a war council. Three hours, how much pressure can Reevesworth Industrries put on the South Korean government?”
“Fuck.” The sound of Eleanor getting up filtered through the connection. “What kind of pressure?”
“Start at tactical conversations. Prepared for front-page news, burn-it-down pressure.”
When the police were your enemy, you needed higher powers on your side. Willing or not.
Twenty minutes later, Mi Hi and the four idols had finished their first round of social media posts. Damian didn’t have the bandwidth to track the results. He had called a personal service and dispatched them to Mi Hi’s apartment with the key and instructions for her things. Eleanor was sorting out a briefing set for sixty minutes in the future with consultants and leaders in and connected to Reevesworth Industries. The hotel had asked them to leave, but Damian had informed them they were already leaving. Gigi had slipped away to meet someone, her location shared to Mi Hi’s, Richard’s, and Yohei’s phones.
Damian’s phone rang as he got into the SUV with Richard. It was Bryce.
“Dude, what the fuck is going down? My wife and my boss are demanding answers.”
“Men presenting as local police snatched Jun at the hotel. They appeared to be working for his manager, Bak.”
“My wife is watching Su-jin right now. He’s calling it a kidnapping.”
“It is possible. Mr. Yun, Gang Junseo’s lawyer was present and made himself available. They lured him away under the guise of speaking privately to make sure he was here of his own free will, then put cuffs on him without showing a warrant even after it was requested by a lawyer.”
“That’s…” Bryce took a breath. “That’s not the law here. They have to have a warrant. Was he being violent?”
“No.” The SUV slid into traffic. Damian kept his eyes on the cars around them.
On the other end of the phone, Bryce sucked in air. “Fuck. Kidnapping is on the table then. My boss wants to know what you and your boss were doing there. He’s expecting a call from his counterparts.”
Bryce’s boss was the US ambassador.
“Gang Junseo is a personal friend. He and the rest of 5N were visiting Richard and I at the hotel during their vacation. Richard and I were there to support him. He was understandably shocked and distressed that lies were being spread about him.”
“That’s your story.”
“That’s the truth.”
