𝐇 ' hyunjin

📍 Private office, 50th floor. Panoramic view. 10:03 AM. Hyunjin is sitting, wearing a black suit, shirt half-open, looking at his phone. Hyera walks in. Red dress. High heels. Dangerous.

They look at each other. Silence. She doesn't say hello. He doesn't smile.

Hyera: — Do we have to work together again, Hwang?

Hyunjin (without looking at her): — The customer asked for the best. I had no choice.

Hyera: — There's always a choice. But you love having me around.

She sits right in front of him. She crosses her legs slowly. Her scent hits him. Hyunjin swallows, barely.

The door opens. The millionaire client enters. Young. Slicked back. Bold gaze.

— Wow… you two are quite the stunning couple. — Are they together?

Hyera laughs. Hyunjin no.

Hyera (looking at the client, seductively): — Only in business. Although sometimes... there are interesting crossovers.

The customer smiles at her. She looks back, confident. Hyunjin watches her. Tense. He doesn't say anything, but his jaw is set.

Client: — I would love to see your sales methods. —Would you like to show me something else… in private?

Hyera stands up elegantly.

Hyera: — Gladly. I have some very visual ideas to show you the property. —Will you join me, Hwang?

Hyunjin stands up. Seriously.

Hyunjin (looking at the customer, cold): — If anyone is going to accompany her, it's me.

Client: — Jealous?

Hyunjin slowly turns to him.

— I don't play with what belongs to me.

Hyera glares at him.

Hyera: — I'm not yours.

Hyunjin (in a low voice, close to her ear): — But you're dying for it to be so.

She stands still for a second. The customer speaks, but she's no longer listening.

And Hyunjin leaves, the door closing behind him.