"Have you been well?" "Yes..."

Go Hayan greeted me as if nothing had happened yesterday, exuding the grace of a noblewoman from a movie, sipping her tea and gesturing towards the round table with a nod.

"The staff has finished the consultation. You're aware, aren't you?" "Yes."

It seemed as though a different time and a different melody flowed only around her space. It reminded me of a classical tune I had heard somewhere, elegant and refined.

Following her cue, I sat down opposite her, and a woman standing nearby poured tea for us.

The tea steamed warmly, spreading its aroma, and I couldn't help but think how well it matched Go Hayan.

"Just read and sign." "Ahem, alright."