Click, click-click!
Given the place, no one was shouting “Over here, look this way,” but the shutter sounds themselves were grating.
Before some ill-tempered someone could snap, Beom flicked his eyes first. The press corps was quietly chased out.
“My deepest condolences. Truly, if Mr. Eun Seok-won could see how you’ve grown like this, he’d be proud. I absolutely—guarantee it!”
“Of course, of course. Anyone would be proud to present you anywhere without a single flaw to nitpick, wouldn’t they? The pride of our people, the backbone of this nation! And I, though my introduction is a touch late, haha, from the Korea Future Party… ugh!”
“You fool! Do you know where you are right now! Ahem, Ms. Jio. I’m a three-term lawmaker with the Liberty Democratic Party…!”
“Out of the way, me first!”
They’d made such a racket about her being some snot-nosed little girl…
Yet face-to-face, they were being spared to the point of pity.
Old or young, it didn’t matter—watching them scramble to shove a name at a power-holder any which…