They had first met in college, while both were studying business. Kim, fresh from Korea, had seen Jiwon eating alone and thought she’d found a fellow expatriate. She had momentarily been crestfallen when she learned her new Korean friend was American-born. But that didn’t matter to Jiwon. She had waved her to the empty seat with a big smile on her face, and from that day on, they were inseparable. They graduated at the same time, then took different paths to the executive suite, but stayed close—troubleshooting careers and commiserating over shared meals like this one.
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