Few cars drove by on the street, just the occasional taxi and nothing else.
Less than two meters in front of her, the 911 was parked on the roadside, its engine still running, the exhaust pipe emitting a low hum.
Even though the car had powerful heating and comfortable seats, Jin Heon preferred to squat by the road in the cold wind rather than get inside to eat.
If she dropped so much as a crumb and angered her boss, he might think she was a sloppy employee who didn't take care of his things. That would be a disastrous misstep over something so trivial.
Shivering, she swallowed the last bite of her sandwich while staring intently at a restaurant across the street. Its facade was extremely low-key, with no eye-catching signs.
It was a two-star Michelin restaurant that perennially required reservations three months in advance.
