The private dining lounge suited on top of the Hanseong Tower, felt more like the interior of a modern art gallery than a place just meant for meals.
The uninterrupted glass walls, framed the glowing sprawl of Seoul's skyline below. While the city spilled outward like constellations trapped in concrete.
Across the room, a luminous marble table stretched, illuminated from beneath by soft white LED panels. Giving the entire surface an almost floating effect. But that wasn't all.
Thin chrome chairs gleamed under recessed ceiling lights, too sleek to suggest comfort. While built-in sound systems murmured ambient instrumental music, so subtle it hardly filled the silence.
Chairman Choi sat at the head of the table, his posture rigid with his fingers steepled before him. Seated across, was Ae-ra.
