"What."
Jin Heon was stunned. Of all the possibilities she'd considered, she never expected this response from Li Wei.
"I'm not here for a job at the barbecue place!" she stomped her foot. "I'm here to see you!"
"Oh," Li Wei nodded. "An autograph or a photo? Did you bring a pen? Where should I sign?"
"Aish—Aigoo," Jin Heon's face was flushed red, whether from anger or the cold, she couldn't tell. "I'm not here for your autograph!"
"Well, if that's all, you can go," Li Wei said. "I'm heading home."
"I'm here for a job," Jin Heon repeated, enunciating every word.
"Why would you think I have a job for you?" Li Wei shrugged, taking out his wallet and giving the valet 50 USD.
"Because... because you need a publicist right now," Jin Heon said. "Don't you think you're in the middle of a media storm?"
