Everyone stood up to show respect to the Prime Minister who had just entered the dining table. He stood at the entrance, smiling at them. His grey hair was parted to the side and his dark eyes seemed to be emitting warmth. He wore a black Armani suit with a matching tie and properly ironed shirt. The man was every bit as dignified as he looked on the television but much more intimidating.
Sunye did not dare to look him in the eye. She kept her gaze on the floor, her head low. Orea, too, was overwhelmed by his appearance. The man was like a strict grandfather who seemed to be seeing right into their souls. She felt as if he would know her goal instantly if he looked at her directly.