Grace
The moment I stepped into the Korean-styled restaurant, I regretted it.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because of the restaurant itself. If anything, I loved the decor. The wooden partitions, the lantern lights, the faint scent of grilled meat in the air, it reminded me of all the nights I used to stay up watching Korean dramas, wishing I could just teleport into their worlds.
So, that wasn’t the problem.
The problem was the people. Because the second I walked through the door, every pair of eyes inside the restaurant landed on me.
I froze, blinking like an i***t.
Weren’t we supposed to be meeting the PR team? That should’ve been, what, twenty people? Maybe less? But from the way this place looked, there were easily more than thirty.
What the hell? Was the entire company here?
