- Sand piled up along the surface of the manβs black shoes like dust. Kwon Taejung, his face inscrutable, looked at the demolished slum spread across in front of him. He then turned to look at Secretary Baek, who was next to him, and chuckled.
βItβs a perfect spot for a vacation, Secretary Baek. There are no people so it’s quiet, and since there are no cars as well, there would be no reckless driving.β
A vacation spot – a term that didnβt suit the desolated and disintegrated slum. Overnight, Kwon Taejung was displaced from the well-lit office of his, located in the bustling heart of Seoul to a wrecked village overnight. Yet, without a word of complaint, Kwon Taejung continued reciting constantly about how it was a vacation spot.
βFrom tomorrow, you can just visit me here. I can come and get off work whenever I like. Hm, there isn’t any other work that you have to seek authorization for.β
βSureβ¦Sir.β
βWhen is the demolition scheduled?β
βIt is the 16th of June.β
βThere are 3 more months left. Gosh, I became famous because of the recent news broadcast and received a vacation on top of that, what should I say this is? It was a word consisting of four letters. Oh, I thought of it. Fuck?β
Kwon Taejung, who seemed to ponder for a while, laughed lightly and turned to face Secretary Baek. Along with his laugh, he spoke in a high-pitched voice.
βI was joking.β
Kwon Taejung, who seemed to speak jokingly although his words didnβt look to carry such sentiment, threw his arms over the shoulder of Secretary Baek.
βRight, is there something that can be used as an office here?β
βAhβ¦there is a container that was used as a labor office here. I thought it would be good to use that place as a temporary office, so I told them to clean it up.β
βContainer?β
Kwon Taejung, knowing he had no other choice, couldnβt conceal his displeasure at that fact. He looked at Secretary Baek and nodded, letting out a heavy sigh. If he could, he wanted to give everything up if it meant he could ease off for the rest of his life. But it was not possible, so he knew he had to compromise. It was as if, rather than idling away the next 3 months, he was assigned to supervise the office just enough.
βWell, we should visit it first, I guess.β
Kwon Taejung slipped his hands off Secretary Baekβs shoulder and crawled inside the car once again. Just as he was dissatisfied, he reclined his back against the seat and darted his eyes beyond the carβs window.
On the worn-out and disintegrated walls were painted words expressing outcry against the redevelopment to be carried out by the Taesungβs group. Negative sentiments were conveyed with stricken phrases against the suppression of the residents that the said group were implementing. In some places, here and there, on the walls, crude words were marked.
Anyway, Kwon Taejungβs mind was brewing with the word βSexβ. It was just sex, sex, and sex every time. Taejung let out a small sigh, as he caught the word βSexβ sprayed in bold and large font.
Just a little further away inside from the wall full of graffiti, was a red container sitting there all by itself. Kwon Taejung knocked on the carβs window with his knuckles where the red container was visible, as if to point it out.
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βItβs okay. I just donβt like the color. Itβll be a hassle if we change it to a normal one. You know how the president dislikes things like that. It doesnβt matter even if thereβs a reason to change it.β
Before Secretary Baek could get to open the door of the car, Kwon Taejung got off. He rested his back against the car and looked at the red container, fixedly.
βAh, should we start a fire? If the place burns down, we can then change the container to a new one.β
ββ¦What?β
Kwon Taejung would sometimes spout ludicrous ideas that were hard to figure out, as in whether he was serious or simply playing the fool. If it was something serious, then it was to the point of being very exaggerated. But if he was joking, then it seemed serious enough to consider. Therefore, it was really difficult to match his challenging flow of words.
βOur Secretary Baek was fooled again. Itβs a joke. Do you think I would cause an accident again? I appeared on the news because of the reckless driving incident and it wouldnβt look good if I appeared on the news again, just a day later.β
Kwon Taejung laughed at Secretary Baekβs blanched face before heading inside the container. Secretary Baek knew that Kwon Taejung was the kind of person who would ignite a fire for sure. Without taking it as a joke, Secretary Baek soon followed suit.
βItβs even lousier on the inside. Fuck, look at the sofa. Did a thug choose this?β
Inside the container, there were two large desks, some office chairs, a sofa whose innards were oozing out in between torn fabric and a table which seemed to be out of date to be used these days.
Kwon Taejung, who was comparatively cheerful before, couldnβt hide the feelings of discomfort as he raised his hands to pinch his nose.
Kwon Taejung prioritized cleanliness above anything else. It wasnβt to the extent of having germaphobia but it was perhaps because of growing up in a clean environment since he was a kid. So, the fact that there were people before him, who had recklessly used the container and left a nasty reek behind them was something that Kwon Taejung couldnβt tolerate.
βUgh, fuck.β
It was obvious that Kwon Taejungβs mood was spoiled so he walked out of the container with a frown. He beckoned to Secretary Baek after.
βAre you saying that I should use that trash like place as my office?β
ββ¦Sorry. It was suddenly decided yesterday evening, so the preparations were insufficient. I will replace all the furniture by tomorrow and will have the cleaning done again.β
βI can tolerate other things, but I canβt tolerate dirty things. Also do something about the nasty reek of cigarettes.β
βYes, I will take care of it properly.β
Kwon Taejung nodded. He climbed back into the back seat and plunged his back deep into the seats. As he approached the back door of the car, Secretary Baek came forward and grabbed the door open. To not irk Kwon Taejung, Secretary Baek softly closed the door, careful to not make a noise.
βShould I take you home?β
βYes, since there is nothing to do here. Since Iβm self-reflecting, I should head home, right?β
Kwon Taejung loosened his once tightened necktie, impassively lifted the files and the tablet PC kept in front of him.
βWhat is this?β
βAh, this is the information regarding the redevelopment plan of Daramdong. I think it would be great for you if you had a look, so I prepared these for you.β
βThere are too many.β
Kwon Taejung roughly scanned the several documents organized inside the file and soon lost his interest. He turned on the tablet PC and hovered his widened eyes over the screen. There was nothing particularly interesting.
βSo, what should I do for the remaining 3 months? I am informed that the place would be demolished in those 3 months. Isnβt it the end then?β
βThereβs a document containing the list of residents inside the file. Please look at it.β
βResidents list?β
After he opened the file, he took out the residentsβ list and skimmed the information of the residents listed, indifferently.
βIt is the list of residents who are still living in Daramdong. There are eight families left. All the residents must vacate by the next 3 months because if there is even one family left, they canβt proceed with the demolition.β
βShouldnβt they leave after knowing that their houses would be demolished?β
βWellβ¦I did inform the President about that before. If you remember, there was a program broadcasted last year in November called, βThe Nightmare of Slums.β
βHm, ahβ¦that. The one supermarketβs mister appeared on.β
βYes. At that time, it was broadcasted in Daramdong alone, and a violent accident broke out soon after that β¦you may also remember that the construction (demolition) was put on hold as a result. After that, they compensated all those who were supposed to be compensated and all the services regarding the demolition were stopped. Although, with caution and rather barely, they have started the construction so even if there is a small problem, it would be stopped once again. All the pressβ eyes are on this place soβ¦β
Kwon Taejung guffawed after Secretary Baek had finished talking. Secretary Baek and Driver Jung shot a look at Kwon Taejung.
βNo, Secretary Baek is talking in such a roundabout way, tiptoeing around my mood. So, to summarize, the protest barely calmed down and the construction is starting again. Itβs not that I am back to square one after appearing on the news. But, it wouldnβt be for the better if I happen to cause accidents and draw attention.β
ββ¦Iβm sorry.β
ββ¦What are you sorry for? No, Secretary Baek, tell me, do you think I should have controlled myself back there? That bastard picked a fight with my car first and tried to flee from the scene.β
As Kwon Taejung entered the search engine on a tablet PC, he swiftly searched videos on <Taesungβs Groupβs third son, reckless driving of retaliation> and played it. βHonestly, I didnβt know what I did so wrong that was worth constantly being picked upon. That loser struck my car first and to teach that guy a lesson, I chased after him for 30 minutes and that was all.β
βThe person who riled me up is the victim and I, who is considered the perpetrator here, should reimburse him? Isnβt it unfair that I was sent here, in this wretched place just because I said that I am the one suffering in this accident, just because I am a chaebol?β
βTo be frankly speaking, the story that has been reported is being biassed towards that person. Since that person keeps doing different interviews, the public opinion of this whole incident is getting worse. However, as more people are getting to know how unfair the President’s stance is in this whole situation, I suppose it will get better eventually.β
Kwon Taejung averted his eyes that were stuck on the scenery passing by behind the carβs window and rested it on the front seatβs headrest, before laughing at Secretary Baekβs words.
βStill, no one understands me better than Secretary Baek.β
βMe too, boss.β
Driver Jung, who carefully lifted his curled fist to express the same opinion, was smiled at by Kwon Taejung. The video playing in the background was stopped as the chatter of the reporter died away and silence took its place in the car.
βDriver Jung understands me too.β
βOf course, sir! Itβs been 3 years I have been working under you and until now, it has been rather normal. That car owner even looks like a thug but sadly, the public was fooled by him. But donβt worry, sir, the right people wonβt believe him!β
βThank you, Driver Jung!β
Kwon Taejung chuckled at Driver Junβs excited tone, rested his head deeply against the seat, ignoring how his hair got messy. He flipped through the residents list again.
βContinue saying what you were saying before, Secretary Baek.β
βAhβ¦yes. If the current situation is considered, it would be best to not make it any worse so that the public canβt find any faults about it. The owners of the supermarket who appeared on the broadcast of the accident have moved after receiving their compensation, so there is nothing to worry about.β
βThe man who fought with the management left?β
βYes. About two months after the incident.β
βThen, itβs not that simple. If we inform the residents about the demolition in advance, they would be adamant to not leave. So, we can just let them leave peacefully, at their own pace.β
Kwon Taejung looked through until there were no pages left to take in. On the last page of the file were the residentsβ ID pictures listed. Among all the residentsβ pictures he followed, there was one picture that was different from all the others. It was a picture of a baby-faced young boy.
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