Long strides, a quick pace.
There was only one person in whose footsteps ignored others’ eyes and laid his impatient nature bare.
Bang. Gyeon Riok flung the door wide and strode straight in.
He crossed the room in long steps and dropped into the dark-green egg chair at the center.
This was ’s 14th-floor boss room. Which meant that seat was his by right.
Gyeon Riok sniped, “Got time to kill? Dropping by without an appointment.”
“More accurate to say I’m so busy I had no time to schedule one, no?”
“Heh. So? Why are you here?”
At the side, the guest liquors.
Jeong Gilgaon ran a finger along the lineup of jaw-droppingly expensive whiskies and raised one bottle.
“You’re not yet twenty by international age… Weren’t you a December baby? December 31st. Hard to forget—unique date.”
“They’re for guests. Put it down.”
“I’m a…