I had been waiting outside that VIP room for what felt like two soul-sucking hours.
For two. long. hours.
Like a forgotten delivery package.
The clock ticked.
The vending machine blinked.
The ceiling fan spun like it too was tired of this family's melodrama.
And me?
I was slowly turning into hospital furniture.
What are they even doing in there?
Hosting a Jeon family summit?
Restructuring the family business?
Planning the next K-drama adaptation of their life?
Is this the White House Situation Room or what?!
At one point, I was convinced I'd hear a news anchor outside announcing,
"BREAKING NEWS: Jeon Dynasty to pass historic ruling on heir's fainting episode."
I had counted every single tile on the floor.
Twice.
Named them. Made friends with two.
I was about to file for emotional compensation when suddenly—
RING RING.
My phone buzzed.
Mr. Junghyun?
I hesitated like I was being offered a cursed apple by an evil queen.
I slowly picked it up like it might explode.
