Do Do-hui?

Now that was an unusual name.

It fit her, too—her looks had a quietly haughty air. (TL Note: The Korean word for "haughty," "proud and aloof," is dodohada—so the name Do Do-hui sounds like the very air she carries.)

She came armed with a polished, big-city look and a slim figure.

Her big eyes were striking.

That cute, beaming smile looked like her trademark.

Her lips had a faint red glow, and they were on the full side.

She looked to be in her mid-twenties.

But who was she?

"Curious about me?"

"I am. Chairman Do Un-jung did ask me a favor, but I had no idea it would be someone so beautiful."

I told her the truth.

The black button-front dress she had on suited her.

Her full hair was waved and swept over to one side.

It showed off the snow-white line of her neck.

Was this a honey trap?

"My father's kind of eccentric."

"What? Your father???"

"Mm-hm~. Chairman Do Un-jung is my father."

At his age, and he had a daughter like this?

She could have passed for his granddaughter.

"Don't give me that look. Every chaebol in Korea has a few kids on the side. I'm just one more. My mom—the one my father planted in America—was his second? No, she's probably way past third~."

"..." So that was what Chairman Do meant by global management.

Lucky old devil...

The one management technique(?) that really counted, and he'd never so much as opened his mouth about it.

"Don't hold it against me, though~. Getting born wasn't my idea; that's my only crime. He went completely bust, so there's nothing to inherit, either. You know how it is. My father's only got enough money for himself."

She was as confident as her smile.

I liked that.

"Please, have a seat."

I gestured to a chair.

A surprise interview, but a welcome one.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please~. I haven't had any coffee today."

"Team Leader Yu, two coffees, please."

[Yes, sir~.]

I'd put the order in over the intercom.

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