"I'm just a useless translator, someone to be made a fool of," Ashley Bowen said resentfully. All evening, she'd felt like an idiot. 'I bet most of these people are laughing at my expense, aren't they?'
"If you understand Koryo, why did you make me translate for you? You nearly made me bomb the speech. I told you a long time ago, I only know textbook Koryo. Since you're so capable, you should've just done it yourself. Do you really get some sick pleasure out of watching me make a fool of myself?" Ashley's voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with rage. She was so furious she felt wronged, and she began to cry right then and there.
Thankfully, the venue was noisy enough that no one heard her sobs.
Yuri Sinclair just sat there, exuding a powerful presence, but he offered no explanation.
Ashley ignored him, moved to sit by herself, and started downing a glass of wine.
