Gangnam Police Station was about 30 30-minute walk away from my work. A little far to walk in high heels, but fortunately, I wasn't wearing them today.
I excused myself from work to leave a little earlier, at 5:45, giving the perfectly reasonable explanation that I had my bag stolen the week before and the police called me to come see them for it. Mr. Hong was being a good wingman, theatrically telling me in loud voices to not worry about it and leave early, so I left the office leaving behind a round of 'Don't worry about it, Ms. Han' and 'See you tomorrow' and 'good luck'.
It was the last, last days of summer yet the evening was still warm, so I sweat a little more than I would have liked on my way, the fabric of my shirt sticking to my hot and moist back in a manner that wasn't entirely pleasant.
