“These Korean taxis are too dang small.”3

“They’re exactly the same size as the taxis in the U.S., Thomas.”1

“Is that so? Well, I guess I would need to have ridden in one to know.”2

Thomas Andre crammed his massive frame into the back seat of the taxi and chatted with his secretary, Laura, who was seated in the front. “So, how much farther is the hotel?” he asked.1

“It’s quite a bit further. You wanted the best hotel in the country, remember?”0

“Didn’t realize it would be this far.”2

The taxi driver, overhearing their conversation, was silently breaking out in a cold sweat. I might die of a heart attack… I shouldn’t have picked them up.3

He never could have imagined his foreign passenger was the infamous Thomas Andre. It was not an exaggeration to say that if the old man stretched his limbs even a little bit more, the taxi’s body would crumple away like a piece of paper.2

“Ugh, this is a pain. Maybe we should have waited a bit longer and gotten a bigger car?”1

Eek…! Where did all this traffic come from?! ...1