Page 24 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
Jun
Jun tested the temperature of the milk on his wrist. In his arms, Habibi fussed, little fingers stretched toward his sustenance. “Deng yidian.” Jun hushed him in Chinese, the way his own mother had once chided him. He checked that the seal around the top of the bottle was secure and tapped the nipple against Habibi’s pouty lips.
The little one’s cries cut off, replaced by urgent suckling sounds. Jun let out a long sigh. His phone lit up. It was Yun, his lawyer in Seoul. He couldn’t even think about what time it was there right now. He swiped the screen and put the phone on speaker.
“Yun.”
His lawyer launched right into it. “We’ve stopped the sale of SP4700Y.”
Jun’s head and shoulders slumped forward in relief. “Good.”
“Yes and no.”
Jun lifted his head. Habibi lost his grip on the bottle and let out a wail. Jun grabbed it and tucked Habibi into the crook of his arm against his chest and pushed the nipple back into Habibi’s seeking mouth. “Explain.”
“What’s that sound?”
“My nephew. It’s time for his bottle. Go on.”
“You…”
“Damian’s side,” Jun said. “Consider this covered by our client confidentiality. I’m babysitting. Go on.”
Yun swallowed audibly. “SP4700Y is being hit by payment due notices. Since I’ve filed as your legal contact with the court, they’ve been coming to me as of yesterday.”
“Who’s sending them?”
“BB3, first off, and some front company that’s registered in the Caribbean.”
Jun racked his head for what he did know of how businesses were run. He was trying to educate himself, but with the kids now with him, that had slowed immensely. “Who has the books so we know if these notices are even legit? We know I’m the owner, but we don’t have anything on SP4700Y yet, do we?”
“We don’t have any books. All we have—that’s confirmed—is that Bak Gyeong was the one who filed the paperwork to sell, posing as if acting on your behalf.”
“Can we sue him for the books?”
“We can.”
Habibi whimpered. Jun tucked the phone in his armpit and stood up. A few days of experience had taught him that pacing slowly up and down the hotel room would help the little one finish the bottle and settle his stomach. “Are there any reasons we shouldn’t sue Bak Gyeong for SP4700Y’s books?”
“No. We should also seek a court order for access and knowledge of SP4700Y’s banking records and current accounts. Though Bak has probably emptied any.”
“That’s what forensic accounting is for.” Jun grimaced. It had been like drinking from a firehouse trying to learn as he talked with Damian and Yun, but he’d picked that much up.
“I’ll file that first thing in the morning.”
“Good. How’s the criminal case against Bak for kidnapping?”
“Still locked up in the court. Someone’s refusing to schedule a hearing.”
“But there’s no warrant for my arrest?”
Yun sighed. “Not at this time, and I would know if there was.”
Jun nodded to himself, readjusting Habibi so that the little one was sitting against his hip. Armada did it so much better than him, but he was improving. He put a burp rag on his shoulder. “What about the lawsuit to force Bak to open his books about 5N?”
“There’s a hearing at the end of the week. Bak hasn’t responded to the summons yet.”
Jun frowned. “Do we even know if Bak is still in Seoul?”
