The formal, air-conditioned lobby of the hotel opened up to greet her. Lee Suryeon stepped through the glass doors with a confident stride, her tall, elegant figure exuding absolute authority. Her light brown suit and black pencil skirt moved with each step, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. Her hair was pulled back in a simple yet elegant bun, strands framing her mature and refined features. Her attention, however, wasn't on the silent chorus of bows her presence commanded, but on the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Rose, don't raise your voice. A week in Switzerland isn't a whim, it's irresponsible. Your studies are non-negotiable." Her tone was calm, but each word as sharp as a knife's edge. She walked toward the elevator, completely oblivious to the world around her. "I'm not interested in your friends' plans. What I am interested in is that my daughter doesn't act like a reckless teenager. This matter is closed."

The elevator doors closed, silencing the faint hum of the mechanism. Minutes later, when they opened again on the executive floor, their conversation was over. The sharp click of her heels on polished marble echoed in the deserted hallway, announcing her arrival. Two guards opened the heavy doors to the boardroom, revealing the executives who rose in unison. A dismissive gesture from her hand, a fluid flick of her wrist, was enough to send them back to their seats.

She slid into the chair at the head of the oval table, her back straight and her hands clasped on the polished surface. Her gray gaze swept the room, assessing each person before her lips, painted a deep red, parted to speak. "Good afternoon, everyone. I'd like to begin the meeting and hear your opinions or reports... I'm hoping for good news."

The presentation began. A man displayed encouraging charts on the large screen. "The branches established in the United States and Dubai have exceeded projections by fifteen percent this quarter, Ms. Suryeon."

She nodded slowly, her expression impassive. "Good. Continue with this level of excellence. Complacency will not be tolerated."

Then, a younger executive spoke up, her voice hesitant. "Ms. Suryeon, regarding the Busan branch... internal reports show a slight decrease in customer satisfaction, specifically in the concierge service."

Lee Suryeon's eyes locked onto the woman, freezing her in place. “A ‘slight decrease’ is the first symptom of utter failure. Inform the branch manager that he has forty-eight hours to submit a genuine analysis of the cause and a strategy to reverse this situation. Not a report of excuses. An action plan. That’s an order.”

The ensuing silence was heavy. Finally, another executive, a middle-aged man, spoke. “Ms. Suryeon, Councilman SeoJoon has requested a reservation for his family in the presidential suite in Seoul for this weekend. As you know, it’s fully booked, including the annexes. Our proposal is to offer you the equivalent suite at our Incheon branch, with all expenses covered as a courtesy from the company.”

Lee Suryeon didn’t hesitate for a second. Her voice was a thread of cold determination. "No. Councilman SeoJoon's influence is more valuable than the loyalty of any ordinary customer. Find whoever has that reservation, offer them generous compensation and a stay on any other date, and release it. The Councilman and his family will be staying in the presidential suite in Seoul this weekend. Gaining his favor is an investment, not an inconvenience. Is that clear?"