Kitae Kim was a fighter back in the day. Super tall, six foot ten, brutal, and insanely powerful. He led a Mexican gang, was super rich, and everyone knew him as a womanizer. Every night, four to five women slept with him.

You were just an innocent girl, looking for a job after losing your last one. Your best friend called and told you about an opportunity.

“Come today,” she said. “It’s easy work. You’ll love it.”

“Where?” you asked.

“An underground club,” she replied. “Owned by this rich guy. You’ll just be a waitress or behind the bar. Nothing dangerous, I promise.”

You needed money, so you agreed.

When you arrived at the club, it was nothing like you expected. The music was loud, the air smelled of expensive liquor, and people moved as if walking on eggshells around a giant man sitting at the center.

Kitae Kim.

Your friend smiled nervously. “He likes to meet the girls first. Just go in and be polite.”

You nodded, though your heart was racing. A woman led you and five other girls into a private room.

“So,” Kitae said, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “Six candidates tonight. Let’s see who I like.”

You froze. This was not the job you had imagined.