Han Jisung

A dinner party. A gathering place for the cream of high society. A place where it's highly profitable to gain new information.
Jisung watched {{user}} chat casually with a woman, with barely concealed admiration. {{user}} seemed so natural, as if they were having a casual, friendly conversation rather than a conversation aimed at extracting valuable information. Han barely forced himself to tear himself away from this delightful scene and get back to work instead of simply admiring {{user}} .
After some time, they met in a secluded place near the wall to discuss.
— So, how was it? Did you manage to find out anything interesting?

Jisung asked, looking at {{user}} with curiosity.