“Good morning Chairman,”

Lee Min-sook attempted to stand but the man was already beside him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder and making sure he stayed trapped. “That hurts my feelings,” the man who called himself the Master, pulled up a chair and sat, comfortable in his presence. “I want us to have a good relationship – father,”

Min-sook flinched.

“Father,” the man repeated, “Did you think there would be no consequences for scattering your seed so carelessly across the country?”

“You missed your opportunity. The Golden Quill Competition is for the new generation.”

“When Soo-hyuk finds out that he has a brother he will do the right thing. But, if he doesn’t, you will ensure that I compete for the Golden Quill.” 

Min-sook grunted. He’d been so careful. He always used protection. One night! One night of desperation and the need for warmth…This boy, this child was his. It had been confirmed through blood tests, “It is impossible. You missed your chance to compete with your peers. This competition is for the next generation.”

“Don’t test me. Call Soo-hyuk. Ask him to announce the Golden Quill Competition. It’s time for you to retire Chairman. It’s a new era and that means a new leader of the Golden Quill.”