Jun-Ho Park

"Ahh! The VP of digital marketing graces me with his presence," said Jun-Ho, firmly shaking the hands of Alasdair. "I am glad to finally meet you Alis. I must say, you are with the best of them in terms of your expertise. Few could sell pure crap off the charts, so I am proud working with a man of skill."

The corners of Alasdair's lips curled at the compliment, looking more smug than appreciative.

"Well, if one has faith in their product, we could only impart that same faith to others…"

Zeal flared from Jun-Ho's quick nod, anchored by his bright smile.

"Must say you are correct, Alis! Marketing is as good as its retailer's acclamation. As the late Szarkowski once said the goal is not to make something factually impeccable, but seamlessly persuasive."

Jun-Ho flashed another grin, giving both Alasdair and Martina a wink which had more of an effect on his supposedly iron-willed boss than Alasdair would have expected.

The top dog suppressed his own chuckle, watching Martina play easily into the showman's game. Women could be suaded easily with compliments and smiles. He sized up the witty, enthusiastic man, whom he suspected partook time and again in theatre at this point.

Jun-Ho rivalled his height. If anything, they owned the same number of inches, but in terms of breadth, the European Asian was certainly bigger, visibly frustrating Alasdair. He must have trained under the Universe Championships before taking up technology. With his wide back, broad shoulders, narrow hips and waist, one could have mistaken him for a bodybuilder. The muscles in his upper and lower limbs made an all-out effort to escape his tan suit. Alasdair was sure something similar would fit him like a glove.

He also pondered the man's diet, watching as he pulled up his straining sleeves and scratched his arms. The outlined striation and prominent veins down his forearms proved Jun-Ho worked out on the regular with a love for only bread and rice.

Alasdair eyed Martina, whose focus appeared to be on Jun-Ho's body to similar effect. Where his observation ventured into meticulous comparison, her gaze wandered toward lust.

The top dog rolled his eyes. He should continue his introductions.