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"I am going to go back on record and remind you that this is probably not the best idea. You should have left this to your security team."
Ha Joon's advice, although welcome, didn't really deviate me from my goal as I walked down the dark hallways of the warehouse. The smell of cigarettes, petrol and mould filled the air, a reminder of the decrepit state of the upper floors.
The lower floors were, however, where everything happened. It was a secret that was kept well. A hole underground that had been whispered about in specific circles. Those that understood that powerful men were more than just CEOs in expensive, tailored suits.
The hallways were lined with guards, each belonging to my firm and Ha Joon's personal security. Although both of us seemed out of place, walking down the
