What? Who's that woman?

Do Do-hui, chatting in a circle of strange men, felt her nerves go taut.

Her first real party in ages had carried her away for a moment.

As expected, CEO Jang Tae-san lived life on a big scale.

All of New York's high society, the people she'd only ever heard about, had gathered.

From Mayor Bloomberg of New York, a famous politician, to Hollywood stars, renowned artists, Wall Street fund managers, Silicon Valley CEOs and more.

Every one of them had a résumé anyone would call unbeatable.

The women who'd come along as their partners were stunning, too.

Plastered in jewels and the finest luxury labels, they cranked up the heat at the party.

The party was classier than any other, yet thick with hidden desire.

Everyone knew that any connection made here could pay off for both sides.

The dress code was strictly kept.

The wine only helped the mood along; it was never the point.

Plenty of information changed hands in the conversations going back and forth.

The party made a fine unofficial channel for discussing the shaky state of the American economy.

The night confirmed once again what CEO Jang Tae-san could do.

Robert Ryan, Wall Street's God of Investing, had hosted the party himself to welcome him.

She'd told Kim Han-byeol, as if it were a joke, that the private jet belonged to the CEO.

And CEO Jang Tae-san hadn't denied it.

Do Do-hui had long since sensed a tight bond between the CEO and Robert.

Even here in America, the CEO had spent a lot of time alone with Robert Ryan.

Robert Ryan hung on CEO Jang Tae-san's every word, strangely so.

He acted exactly like a subordinate with his boss.

What? He knows her? Hmm...

Do Do-hui's mood soured.

She'd chatted for a while with the men who came up to her as she waited for CEO Jang Tae-san.

With the unique air she and Kim Han-byeol gave off, the men weren't about to leave her alone.

Every one of them played it the same way, slipping in personal questions…