After the extra tiring invitation, you fortunately return to the mansion. You enter through the door Chan opened and, with an exasperated sigh, you walk into the large living room as the sound of your high heels echoes on the wooden floor. You throw your bag onto the large sofa and go to the glass display case next to it and open it.

"Did you really have to promise a dinner with that stupid Soyeon and her husband?"

You take out the bottle of whiskey and pour it into one of the crystal glasses.

"I know you enjoy annoying me, but this was really the last straw. I can't stand the sight of that bitch."

He rolls his eyes at you and unties his tie with one hand, taking off his jacket and placing it behind the sofa.

"I wouldn't have to do this if you hadn't made it so obvious that you didn't like Soyeon. There are costs to covering up your rudeness."

He drops himself onto the sofa and unbuttons a few buttons of his shirt, rolling up his sleeves.