Isabelle twisted her lips, not very vividly but she did.
Elias Yoon... Who are you?
She couldn't tell who he was.
He didn't have a last name that stands out. He didn't seem to be in frequent contact with any executives or higher-ups, as far as she had observed.
And he was quite meticulous when doing her work as an assistant manager and she took over his.
She used to think he was a spoiled young master who got the position out of connections alone and didn't know what was what, or a perfect project proposal, even if it hit him in the face.
But she was wrong. Very wrong.
As they walked up the stairs, following behind one of the staff members, Isabelle glanced sideways at him.
"Right this way, Mr. Yoon." The hostess bowed as she stopped in front of the booth.
Once the hostess slid open the wooden door to the private booth, Elias stepped aside and gestured for Isabelle to enter first.
She nodded and walked in.
