“Take me to the man in charge. The fat one.” Mee-Kyong looked the guard square in the eyes.
He grunted. “Mr. Lee will summon you when he pleases.”
She lowered her voice. “You don’t want a hysterical woman on your hands. Trust me. There’s no telling what damage I could do to that little hotel room you’ve got us locked up in.”
The guard’s expression didn’t change. “Like I said, when the boss ...”
At that moment the door at the end of the hallway opened. Mee-Kyong saw a set of stairs behind the fat proprietor, who waddled into the hallway panting from exertion. He furrowed his brow and glared at her. “What are you doing out of your room?”
“It’s about the girl. I need to talk to you.”
The security guard shifted his weight. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lee. She just came out a few seconds ago.”
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