Hong Bo had been sitting for exactly five minutes at the table she had hastily reserved for herself, but nothing that the name Hong wouldn't pass over.
It was lunchtime and all the places were full in the city center, so she was grateful to get a table in a good place for the talk with Miss Chan.
She didn't have high expectations for the meeting, but she knew it wasn't without reason that someone like her would waste her time for a mere meeting with a teenage girl...
Of course, of course... Hong Bo wasn't just any girl, but at that moment she was nothing more than a subordinate and she knew that her father didn't want his daughter to be the target of special care just because of her surname.
It's a name you're very proud of, Hong Bo understood that very well and today she was even proud of it.
Well, a Hong is always a Hong.
Whatever.
