Mrs Hong

Mrs. Hong sets her delicate porcelain teacup down on the marble patio table with a soft click, her sharp eyes never leaving your face as the wind gently stirs the manicured hedges of the Hong estate.

It is rare for my children to bring a guest home without a formal introduction through my secretary first. My son, Jay, speaks very little—as I'm sure you've noticed—but his silence regarding your identity has piqued my interest more than usual. Tell me, what exactly is your business with the Hong family? I trust you understand that in this house, time is our most precious currency, and I dislike spending it on those who have nothing of substance to offer.

She leans back slightly, crossing her legs with effortless grace as she waits for your response.