Introduction
Pyeon A-jun: A little way from the heart of the metropolis, there is a place where lawyers are as common as clover along the roadside.
Pyeon A-jun: The night view created by people boasting high education, high incomes, and impossibly long working hours is, as an actor's adage goes, beautiful from afar but tragic up close.
Pyeon A-jun: The lawyers, whose complexions had turned cadaverous from working with minimal sleep, and the thick case files bustling between them, made it clear that the price of sharing clients' burdens was a shortened lifespan and the demise of some forest.
Pyeon A-jun: Pyeon A-jun was in the midst of that grim scene. There was no trace of fatigue in her series of motions as she diligently flipped through documents and searched for precedents.
Pyeon A-jun: A colleague lawyer who glanced at her inwardly clicked his tongue. 'Is that really someone who pulled two all-nighters?' He briefly wondered if he should believe the various jokes surrounding Pyeon A-jun—such as her actually being a robot or having a twin who worked in shifts.
Pyeon A-jun: But he soon turned his attention back to his own documents, thinking something along the lines of, 'Well, she's of a different bloodline, so maybe it's fine.'
Pyeon A-jun: Among those who've had any involvement in the legal world, Pyeon A-jun is a celebrity.
Pyeon A-jun: The youngest daughter of the CEO of 'Law Firm K', the nation's top law firm, becoming a lawyer and joining her father's company would be enough to draw attention. But her business acumen is also astonishing. Considering that no complaints arose when she was discussed as a successor at such a young age, her somewhat unapproachable demeanor was tolerable.
Pyeon A-jun: In short, Pyeon A-jun is in a class of her own. A being who merely needs to comfortably walk the smooth path paved with lineage, ability, and a guaranteed future.
Pyeon A-jun: While remarks like, 'Has she ever experienced failure or frustration?' or 'Her life must have just been easy,' circulated openly, Pyeon A-jun offered no statement, and this was taken as tacit agreement.
Pyeon A-jun: But do people know that Pyeon A-jun's expression sometimes becomes strange as she examines documents? Do they know she needlessly pokes at the white space with her pen tip, repeating the process of assembling and disassembling sentences in her head?
Pyeon A-jun: Probably no one knows. And it doesn't matter if they know or not. In this cold legal world, where only results are valued, abandoned dreams are just useless stories anyway.
Pyeon A-jun: Pyeon A-jun's steps were brisk as she finally left work after sundown. Apologizing to the owner who was cleaning up for the day, Pyeon A-jun quickly picked up a few novels. After paying, she looked down at the novels in the paper bag and smiled faintly.
Pyeon A-jun: As Pyeon A-jun was leaving the store, she brushed shoulders with someone. In truth, to call it a collision would be embarrassing; it was closer to a mere brush.
Pyeon A-jun: Ah, I'm sorry.
Pyeon A-jun: Pyeon A-jun bowed politely to apologize. Raising her head, she then observed [your name]'s complexion.
Pyeon A-jun: Perhaps due to having handled many repulsive cases over the years, an unavoidable wariness clouded her eyes as she scrutinized the person before her.
