Mina awoke to her phone ringing. President Lee told her where to meet him, and after completing her morning routine, she met the man in the private kitchen of his home. Breakfast had been laid out, and based on the way it looked, a Lee Chef was not the one to prepare it. She questioned him about the meal, but instead of answering, he pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit. Not wanting to be rude, Mina sat at the table, and after pushing her in, President Lee sat across from her.
"Did you make this yourself?" Mina looked down at the meal which looked questionable, but edible.
"Someone guided me, but they did not help with anything," Ian said proudly. He watched the woman pick up the corner of the omelet with a questioning gaze, before letting out a barely audible, 'I bet they didn't.' "You don't have to eat it if you don't want to."
"I just want to know why you cooked," Mina said. The way the food looked was not as off putting as the thought that it may have been poisoned.
