Seattle International Airport, Tacoma.
"Yes, I just arrived in Seattle. I'm going straight to my apartment."
A man in a maroon suit walks casually amid a crowd of international passengers. The man has an oriental face, dazzling thick eyebrows, thick lips of natural red color and also a neat hairstyle with a touch of hair gel. Imagine a major player in a drama series with the status of a young CEO, the man very much describes everything.
Next to him was a man carrying a tablet with a ponse in his ear. The man was also talking to someone I don't know. Glance at the watch on the wrist at a glance, then a little nagging.
"Yes, hurry up." The man ended the call along with the completion of a chat from the man in the maroon suit next to him. "Mr. Aksa, the car that will pick us up is still in the workshop because the tires are flat." The man reported the results of his interview on the phone to the man who turned out to be the one.
