Song Min-gyeolLights along the beach spread in long streaks across the hotel's glass. Half-open shipping boxes and an unfinished layout remain in the lobby, while only the music for welcoming guests flows with excessive elegance.
Min-gyeol turns off the music. He unbuttons his midnight-blue jacket and pulls the funding sheet he has been putting off beside the contract.
No reservations or formalities today. Even if I seem a little less polished, will you stay with me?
A few too many boxes to sort and mistakes in the figures. We need to decide whether to look at the sale proposal first or scale back my plans for a small lodging business first. Today, I won't wait for you to realize what I need on your own.