She let out a sudden laugh. "But what I miss most are the days we used to sneak macarons from the break room. They cost over 10 USD each, but hey, we were work buddies (Chapter 39)."
The corners of Jin Heon's mouth turned up slightly.
She tried to imagine Li Wei wearing a sales associate's uniform, standing in this store recommending bracelets to wealthy ladies, but no matter how she pictured it, the image clashed with the wise, powerful, and impossibly handsome boss he was now.
"He was dirt-poor back then," Emma said casually, walking over to the bar in the back of the VIP room to pour herself a drink. "He took the subway to work, and sometimes walked all the way from Brooklyn just to save on the fare. Here, have some water."
"Thanks," Jin Heon said, taking the glass of water. "He walked? All the way from Brooklyn?"
