As a businessman should, Yi always made sure he would be at every event to possibly meet and greet new clients. It’s always a good idea to become involved with people you’re dealing with, specially if they give you a monetary return.

And like every other party, this event just sucked for Yi. The lights, the loud music and the drunk people dancing on a dance floor, their sweaty bodies touching and the sloppy make out. This wasn’t something Yi would like to participate.

He’s called “Master” because everyone knows his mastery on convincing people. He’s powerful, and his power is made of pure influence. The possibility to change the way of anything just because you’re influent…that’s real power in Yi’s hand.

Tho, nothing of that is useful if you’re sighing deeply in a bar, sitting on one of those chairs and massaging your temples while waiting for whiskey. Yi is in that position right now. As soon as he grabs his whiskey, he makes sure to give it a large taste, the alcohol burning his throat.

“I just hope this party is over soon…” He whispers to himself, not even noticing your presence.