The front entrance of the H.R TOWER.

When a black sedan stopped in front of the building, two Cheonmu staff members moved at once.

One opened the back door, and the other checked the guest list, then gave a short signal to the staff inside.

Once the guest disappeared into the lobby, the two of them went back to their posts.

At first they'd been nervous. They'd been afraid one wrong word might disgrace the Chairman, so they'd cleared their throats again and again before speaking.

But after a few hours of standing there, another feeling had outgrown the nerves.

Pride. No, to be honest, they were walking pretty tall.

"Pro Kim."

"What?"

One of them lowered his voice.

"I think that guy's someone I saw on the news earlier."

"Who?"

"No idea. Can't remember his name, but he has a ton of money."

"Yeah? Then that goes for half the people here tonight."

"Fair point."

The two of them caught each other's eye and grinned.

Back in Korea, a whole security team would tense up just to move a single chaebol chairman.

Tonight, though, people on par with Korea's chaebol were walking in one after another.

The cars stopping in front of the building weren't ordinary either.

Black limousines and big SUVs came in an unbroken line. Unless the drivers radioed each other to sort out the order, the entrance would jam up in no time.

By now, even NYPD patrol cars were sorting out the congestion at an intersection a little way off.

For a while now, a few officers had been out there, keeping traffic moving so the cars wouldn't all pile up at once, and watching the area.

One of the Cheonmu staff glanced that way.

"The cops came out because of the cars for the Chairman's party?"

"More like because of the guests coming here."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"Kyaa."

Once he'd said it out loud, it really did feel strange. Not long ago, Cheonmu had been a security company that did well only in Korea.

Now they were in the heart of New…