Silence pervaded the entire dining room, not a single noise, not even the chopsticks tapping on the plate, sounded out. With Luther’s father seated at the head of the table while I chose the opposite far side, we ate our meal comfortably, least bothered by the silence. Though there were times our gaze would meet, both of us not giving off any emotion, and him always the one who was looking away first. Nonetheless, I kept my expression neutral, not wanting to triumph over petty things until I got a complete victory.
“How did you convince my son to stay here?” Chairman Kim asked after wiping his mouth with the table napkin.
“And how sure are you it is me who convinced him?” I asked back, focusing the food on my plate.
“He hated this place,” was his simple answer.
My mind reminded me tha
