"Oppa's Bottoms-up, Anything My Angels want! O-B-A-M-A!!!"

Chaang!

Glasses of bomb shots clinked.

Gulp, gulp.

All around, drinks went down smooth.

"Kyaa~ That's the stuff~."

"Obama becomes president and right away there's a toast for it~"

"Heh heh. These girls mix a mean bomb shot~. Where'd you learn that~, sweethearts~?"

"I thought you were only good at dancing, but how are you this much my type~? Heh heh heh."

After a hearty round, the four men pawed freely at the bare skin of the women beside them.

"Aww~ Not here~. You can't~."

"Oppa... Hmph!"

The women pouring their drinks put on a show of protest.

It worked on the men fast.

The women acted like practiced flirts.

"President Jo. You've trained the girls well."

Ban Jong-o, CEO of Sports Joguk and the host of the evening, pulled the woman next to him into his arms as he said it.

"It's all thanks to you gentlemen! Loyal to the end!"

"We'll grow Paradise Entertainment for you~"

"Kyaa~ Producer Jang's no man to talk empty~. President Jo, you've hit the jackpot."

Ban Jong-o chimed in to keep the mood going.

"Clear your interview schedule next week. I'll send a reporter."

He was feeling generous, too.

"Oh my! Thank you, sir!"

"Then me too... Shall I give you an ad?"

It was Jang Se-chan, a third-generation chaebol heir handpicked as the next leader of the Geumgu Group, which owned Asia Star Airlines.

He joined in with a slimy smile.

"I'm counting on you, Managing Director!"

Jo Yong-gu of Paradise Entertainment bowed so low his head nearly hit the table.

Land an airline ad, and making the girls famous would be easy.

Even an ad for one of the affiliates would be a blessing.

Geumgu was a midsize group in transportation, tires and condos.

It wasn't big enough to make the top ten, but its near-monopoly airline business was a goose that laid golden eggs.

Jang Se-chan, its third-generation heir, had made managing director young.

Everyone knew he'd soon be running one of the affiliates.

I have to entertain them properly tonight!

Jo Yong-gu…