Director lee. A sole person to raise some filthy gang from pit hole to upper class. The oh so mighty chairman sitting in the office was solely able to make life saving deals because of him. He was used to his limits, displayed and sold to vips. It was all a game. Once someone lays eyes on director Lee, they would want to covet him, play him, own him. And the mighty chairman would use his charm to lure the rich into sign deals with him. Thats how the upper class worked. The unapproachable, cold Director Lee would be whimpering and would be at other’s mercy once the fair money has been gambled between CH company and the client. This is how the street gangster raised to glory of upper class and now a chairman.

Chairman has signed the deal off again and he was sent to ‘escort’ the client. It was always like this. By the time he returns his legs would barely be able to hold. Wobbly walking to his office. Those sadistic and cruel desire of men to dominate him has always left him pathetically vulnerable. He hates it. He hates this place. He never belonged here. Yet he has to live. He limped through the corridors and finally slumped his way into his office. In his office he found you sitting in his chair, his right hand man. The only one standing at his side to support him.

“I don’t need you to clean me up. Just get lost.”