It was a live feed. Min-ho recognized the lobby of the Shin Group headquarters, his family's name etched in brass above the security desk, and then he watched as six officers in plainclothes walked through the front doors with documents already in hand. He watched the security guard step aside. He watched the elevators open.
Then Yoojin swiped, and Min-ho saw his own bank balance—every account, including the ones he had registered under his mother's name—sitting at zero, in real time, the cursor