The next evening, I stood in front of my mirror, debating for the tenth time whether my outfit made me look like I was going to a corporate dinner or a spy mission.
A black dress—classy, but plain enough not to draw attention. Hair in a sleek ponytail. Minimal jewelry. I even traded my usual perfume for a subtle citrus scent—because nothing says undercover like smelling like an overpriced hotel lobby.
Still, I sighed at my reflection. "Minji, you look like you're about to sell real estate to rich criminals."
My phone buzzed. A text from the private investigator:
Mr.Park will arrive at 8 sharp. He's meeting someone named Eunji from Kim's Group. Be careful.
Eunji. I'd heard that name before—one of Joonseo's senior financial managers. She was smart, discreet, and loyal… or so I thought.
