"Miss Sol, someone from the parliament has requested a meeting time with you. Should I arrange the schedule for you?"

The woman called Miss Sol only snorted when she heard her subordinate's words. "He probably just wants to ask for my help again to support him," the woman said lazily. This traffic jam that trapped her car had put her in a bad mood. One of her fingers tapped the back of her seat at a constant pace before she finally answered his question correctly.

"Just prepare the VVIP room at Heavenly Knight. Tomorrow at seven in the evening. Tell him that I will not tolerate any lateness."

Heavenly Knight...