“A customer car, incoming~!” Yu Il-Han, a veteran parking attendant for the department store boasting two years on the job, used well-practiced hand gestures to guide the incoming vehicle to a parking bay. “...Eh?”

However, the car ignored his signals and crept to the other side instead…

'Gimme a freaking break. This is why old farts are such a...'

Just one glance at the vehicle's brand or the driver's behavior was enough for Yu Il-Han to decide that a wealthy and aging patron was out on a shopping trip. He might have found an extra ounce of bravery or two to honk his car horn if he encountered such a vehicle on the road, but now...

How unfortunate this was since Yu Il-Han was on the clock, and the wealthy but aging patron driving that vehicle was most likely one of the department store's VIP customers.

Before the expensive vehicle slipped into the commoners' underground parking bay, Yu Il-Han quickly rushed outside his booth and then expertly blocked the road. He waited until the car came to a stop, then smoothly glided over to the driver's side.

“Dear customer, valet parking is this way,” said Yu Il-Han.

The driver's side window rolled down, then a young man peeked his head outside. “I'm sorry?”

'Is he a chauffeur?'

Yu Il-Han thought the driver would be the... aging patron, but the darkened glasses seemed to have fooled him. It seemed the patron was riding in the back, and they liked to emphasize the importance of relaxed driving to their chauffeurs.

Yu Il-Han maintained his calm and repeated himself. “Sir, valet parking is this way.”

“Valet?”

“...Yes. The VIP parking,...