After the meeting, they had food delivered. They then ate dinner right where they were sitting, finishing every last piece of it.0

After having coffee, one by one, those in attendance began to leave.0

“I’ll be at the office in Samseong-Dong,” Kim Hyung-Jung, who was sitting with Kang Chan, said as he put down his mug.0

“Don’t you ever get off work? You should go home at least once.”0

“Choi Jong-Il, Woo Hee-Seung, and Lee Doo-Hee haven’t gone home in days either. I believe this is something people in our line of work need to be willing to do.”0

“You’re the agents’ manager, and you’ve got a sense of duty, so I understand, but won’t your family be lonely? They would naturally feel that way if the head of the household doesn’t come home in days, wouldn’t they?”0

Kim Hyung-Jung looked at the mug and grinned. This was Kang Chan’s first time seeing him smile like that.0

“I do feel more than sorry for my wife and children, especially whenever I can’t come home on anniversaries and holidays, but….”0

Kim Hyung-jung gazed out the window.0

“Someone in South Korea has to do it. I’m eternally grateful that I’m able to.”0

“What if your children end up resenting you?”0

Kim Hyung-Jung neither beat up his children nor had a raging alcohol addiction like Kang Chul-Gyu had. Still, what affection would children have for a father who worked so hard that he was neglecting his family?0

“This reminds me of something my late father told me.”0

Kim Hyung-Jung bitterly smiled at Kang Chan.0

“We were watching TV at the time, and one of the scenes was showing people unloading relief goods after the Korean War. Whenever the cloth bags of cornmeal would come off the ships,...0