“...So, senior. Slush funds, eh?”0

Ha Gwang-Sik slowly turned his head when he heard the junior reporter's muttering. However, Bak Gyu-Yeon's sharp glare proved too stinging to endure, and he had to look away in a hurry.0

“Soooo, it looks like folks who want to secure a stash of slush funds have publicly shown up at the company they created for that very purpose. And then... Ohhh, look. Now we have a celebrity showing up, too. Not just any celebrity, but the one-and-only Choi Yeon-Ha, no less!”0

“...”0

“Se-ni-or.”0

“...What?”0

“Anyone who can afford Choi Yeon-Ha as their ‘face’ doesn’t need to worry about some slush funds and whatever. Wouldn’t you agree?”0

Ha Gwang-Sik really had nothing clever to say now.0

“Still, with all these people...” Bak Gyu-Yeon scanned the lines of people in front of the building, still visibly flabbergasted. “Just what is this company, really? What does it even do?”0

“...I wonder about that myself.”0

“Didn’t you say it registered itself as a real estate management firm?”0

“Yeah, I did.”0

“Well, it's common for a company to register as one and change to something else once their business expands, but this... I don’t get this situation at all, senior. Why is Choi Yeon-Ha butting in here? If the entertainment department people hear about this, they might go crazy trying to get here as quickly as possible, you know?”0

Getting an interview with Choi Yeon-Ha was as difficult as plucking stars from the night sky.0

Actually, it was worse than that; Choi Yeon-Ha rarely appeared in public unless it was to promote her latest project, so even the paparazzi...0