Kim Suho hadn't slept for two days. Not because of jet lag, but because CNN, BBC, and even Animal Planet wouldn't stop running specials about him.
"The Kim Doctrine: Spend More, Earn More?"
"Saint of Bankruptcy: Can Poverty Save Capitalism?"
"How to Fail Like Kim: Ten Steps to Financial Glory."
He'd flipped channels in his hotel room until 4 a.m., only to land on a documentary about penguins. The narrator intoned solemnly, "Much like Kim Suho, the emperor penguin survives by appearing weak while secretly sustaining the colony."
Suho hurled the remote. "I am not a penguin!"
Cho Rin, curled up on the sofa with a pillow, yawned. "Boss, at this point you're more famous than BTS. Maybe just embrace it?"
Suho glared. "I don't want fame. I want debt! Debt is freedom!"
Back at the Steel Cup T-Shirt Factory, the cult had taken a terrifying new step.
The workers had split into factions.
