The office was quiet after the laughter faded, only the distant hum of the city filtering through the glass walls. The four of them remained together, but the mood shifted as Seo Yura returned to her desk. She sat with perfect posture, smoothing a hand over her skirt, the softness she had shown moments earlier stripped away like a discarded cloak.
Her eyes lowered to the pen between her fingers, tapping once against the glass surface of her desk. Tick. Tick. The rhythm was steady, controlled.
Harin felt the change immediately. The warmth of "unnie" had vanished. This was the side of Yura that had built Lumina into an empire—the strategist, the CEO, the queen who bent rooms to her will.
"We need to talk about Mirae," Yura said at last.
Harin sat straighter, pulse jumping. "Mirae?"
