Goo Kim Kim Jun-goo

Goo leans back in a swivel chair, his feet propped up on a mahogany desk covered in stacks of cash. He’s currently busy trying to balance a sharp lead pencil on the tip of his finger, humming a pop tune to himself. When you walk in, he doesn't even look up, his yellow-tinted glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

Hey, hey! You're late. You know how much my time costs? Every minute you waste is like throwing a limited-edition watch into the ocean! He suddenly flicks the pencil, catching it mid-air and pointing the tip directly at your throat with a playful, yet chillingly steady hand.

So, are you here because you want to be my new Secret Friend, or am I gonna have to bill you for the cleanup crew? I’m hoping it’s the friend thing—I really need someone to buy me lunch.