Clack. Clack. Clack.

It is wide.

No — vast is the right word for it.

The power to occupy many hundreds of square metres in the middle of Seoul, by yourself!

It is the life of the chaebol houses and of the rich of the very highest grade — a life an ordinary person only gets to dream about.

Assistant manager Yu Areum had come to his home at the request of a VVIP.

Beyond the great glass window the Han River ran on at its leisure, and the buildings around it stood up tall.

Most of them lay under her feet.

The seventieth floor; the living space overwhelmed every building near it.

"It's been a month and a bit. And he's the owner of a super penthouse? Grandson of Haryun Group or not…… is a thing like this possible?"

Even having come and seen it for herself, she could not believe it.

The Signiel's super penthouse went for tens of billions and more, even when it was first sold.

"Still…… I suppose I have to believe it……. Since it's Ha Tae-ung-nim."

Doing shopper work, you get a tip now and then.

The usual sum runs from a hundred thousand won up to a million or so.

The size of a tip changes with how satisfied that day's VIP is.

Ha Tae-ung-nim, whom she has escorted a few times now, was on another scale.

Yu Areum raised her arm and stared at the Rolex on her wrist.

Thirty million won, no less.

A watch her client gave her on the spot, saying he would be asking her again.

The astonished looks of the Rolex staff still come back to her vividly.

Every one of them envious.

From that hour the story went round fast.

Along with her team's congratulations she took their jealous looks.

"I could go mad."

The job her client has given her this time is another enormous commission.

The interior fitting teams inside the department store are mostly professionals of that trade.

The fitting of a luxury-goods store in particular is not work anybody can do.

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