I'm in the kitchen making dinner when I hear the doorbell.
It's early evening. The sun is starting to set. I've been home for less than an hour and I'm still in my work clothes - tailored black suit, heels, the uniform of power.
The doorbell rings again. Insistent.
I don't move. I let the security downstairs handle it.
But then I hear her voice through the intercom system.
"Please, it's Jennie Kim. I need to see Rio. It's urgent."
Of course it's urgent. It always is with Jennie.
I ignore the intercom and go back to cooking. Fish. Vegetables. Rice. The same simple meals Rio needs while he's recovering.
Then my phone buzzes.
A text from Jennie: "I know you're there. Rio didn't answer his phone. I'm worried about him. Please let me up."
I don't respond.
Another text comes thirty seconds later: "Lina, I'm a doctor. If Rio is having complications, I need to see him. This is medical."
She's smart about this. She knows the one thing I can't refuse is if Rio might be sick.
