Thera had only just returned to her room from the elevator when the room phone rang. It was Mr. Li, calling on his cell phone.
“Mr. Park would like to invite you to dinner,” he told her. “This evening. A car will pick you up at eight p.m.”
“That would be very convenient,” she said.
Thera glanced at the clock. It was nearly five; she had less then three hours to find a dress suitable for an arms dealer’s first date with a billionaire.