Mee-Kyong gawked down at the bed as the dirty white sheets turned a familiar shade of deep red. With a wail that sounded more like a shriek than a sob, she sprang onto Sun’s brother, ignoring the pain in her side. “What did you do?”
They fell to the ground. Mee-Kyong made a grab for the knife, barely escaping the blade as it sliced through the air toward her. She punched Sun’s brother in the gut then grasped her bandaged side. Jae lunged, ripping the low-cut red dress she was wearing. He stood up, and she cried out in pain as she sprang at one of his legs.
“I’ll kill you for this!” she shouted. Jae gave one final kick to free his leg and leaped out the door. Mee-Kyong stumbled into the hallway in time to see him disappear down the stairwell. One of the other worker girls dressed in a fak
