I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Chaebol Family

—Rustle.

As I walked down the corridor, I continued speaking. Beside me, the former secretary (not anymore) was slapping his own cheeks to stay awake.

“You remember the bond market crash back in ’94, right?”

“Ah, last year... Yes, of course I remember. The juniors from your club always pass along what you teach.”

So he listens intently like some devoted follower. How cute.

Smiling faintly, I asked him another question.

“You also know the Fed cut interest rates on July 6?”

“It was earlier this month, and I believe the rate dropped from 6.00 to 5.75.”

“Oh, correct. Good job.”

That signaled the end of the high-interest era.

—Click.

As the driver opened the car door, I slipped in naturally and continued explaining.