Early morning the next day, Oliver offered to drive both Woo Bin and Manager Oh to the airport. Since Boomi had nothing to do, and claiming she hadn’t gone out in a while, she decided to tag along with them.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t follow them even if I wanted to.
So there I stood, waving goodbye at them, as Oliver reversed out of the garage, and drove away for the highway, leaving me engulfed with dust and smoke.
I made my way back inside, and locked the door. There was nothing interesting or fun for me to do, because I was already bored with watching TV. After concluding a brief cleanup of my room, I took a shower, got dressed in a comfortable grey t-shirt and black shorts, and snuggled in the sitting room with a small blanket and Agatha Christie’s ‘The ABC Murders’.
I was det
