Everyone's gone. The meeting room emptied.
Only two remain.
Taehyun sits casually on the couch, legs crossed, files in hand — but his mind isn't relaxed.
Junho walks slowly across the room, eyes distant… until he reaches the wide office windows.
He looks out briefly.
The view — stunning, powerful — just like him.
Then… click.
He closes the window shutters. Slowly. Silently.
Light fades, tension rises.
He turns.
Walks toward Taehyun, now silent and still on the couch.
Then, Junho lowers himself onto the opposite couch — face-to-face. No more distractions. Just air heavy with unspoken things.
JUNHO
(low, calm)
"So tell me… why do you think this project will succeed?"
Taehyun leans back slightly. A small, confident smile tugging at the corners of his lips. But his pulse? Racing.
He knows this isn't just a business question.
TAEHYUN
(casual)
"Because you're the type who doesn't move unless it's worth winning."
Junho's gaze doesn't budge.
JUNHO
(still staring)
"…Hmm."
No smile. No answer. Just calculation behind his eyes.
Then —
slowly takes off his glasses.
Deliberate. Controlled. Like lowering a weapon after pulling back the trigger — but not firing.
Taehyun doesn't blink. But there's a flicker.His palms begin to sweat.His spine straightens slightly.
Three seconds pass.
Four.
And then—
The door bursts open.
SERI
(breathing steady, voice firm)
"Mr. Kang."
JUNHO
(quiet, but cutting)
"You're good. I'll give you that."
Taehyun stays still, but his palms begin to sweat.
Just then —
BANG!
The door opens.
SERI
(urgent, composed)
"Mr. Kang."
SERI
(breathing steady, pretending to scan a file in hand)
"I just received the final draft for the Kyoto initiative."
Junho looks up, blinking once — glasses now back on.
Taehyun exhales quietly behind her, masked as a yawn.
SERI
(continuing, cool but direct)
"If we're going to make this pitch international, you'll need to approve the press framework before the delegation arrives."
She walks further in, placing a folder onto Junho's desk — carefully, like it's a reason, a shield… and a warning.
JUNHO
(suspicious, guarded)
"That couldn't wait?"
SERI
(glancing between the two men)
"It could've."
(beat)
"But some things shouldn't."
A pause.
Taehyun meets her gaze subtly. He knows.
Junho narrows his eyes — something about this feels off.
But Seri already turned away, expression unreadable.
SERI
"I'll email the soft copy, too. Just in case."
She turns to leave — calm, precise — but not without sending a clear message:
She's watching.
TAEHYUN
(grinning lightly as he rises)
"Well… I guess my job is done here."
JUNHO
(not even trying to hide his irritation)
"Hmph."
Taehyun gives a polite nod and walks out — calm, collected, almost too smooth.
Junho leans back, eyes narrowing.
He adjusts his glasses — no longer reading, just thinking.
JUNHO
(muttering to himself)
"I tried to read him and all I saw in 3 second was… a giant house?"
He pauses. Frowns.
JUNHO
(deadpan)
"Who thinks about marble floors during a meeting?"
A beat.
JUNHO
(irritated, sarcastic)
"Great. I just tapped into the real estate channel."
DAEJIN
(poking his head in)
"You okay, sir? You look like you just toured someone's mansion."
JUNHO
(flat)
"I did. In his brain."
DAEJIN
(grinning)
"Well… at least he's rich."
Taehyun exits the elevator, adjusting his sleeves with a sigh of relief—until—
SERI
(appears suddenly from behind the wall)
"Going somewhere, Mr. Ken?"
TAEHYUN
(jumps back, dramatically clutching his chest)
"Oh my god—! I wasn't ready to meet death like this!"
(grinning)
"You really are not ordinary, just like Kenji said…"
(leans closer, mock-whispering)
"How'd you know he was gonna use it on me?"
SERI
(deadpan, arms crossed)
"I'm not working here just to babysit a delusional girl with a fantasy crush."
(beat)
"I watch every step. Including yours."
TAEHYUN
(laughs softly, impressed)
"Remind me not to play chess with you."
SERI
"Good. You'd lose."
TAEHYUN
(grinning, walking beside her)
"So… Kyoto's in a few days. Should I expect another surprise mission briefing? Or is this where you let me in on the plan?"
SERI
(still walking, calm but sharp)
"You've done well, MR . Lee taehyun . Charming your way in, feeding them exactly what they wanted to hear."
(turns to face him briefly)
"Now leave the rest to me."
TAEHYUN
(teasing)
"Oh, so now I get graded?"
SERI
(sternly, but with a faint smirk)
"Let's just say you've made my job… a lot easier."
TAEHYUN
(still watching her with playful admiration)
"I aim to please."
SERI
(throws him a warning glance)
"Don't."
TAEHYUN
(smirks)
"Can't help it."
They walk through the glass doors together. Outside, the wind picks up — a reminder that things are moving fast.
The rain pours steadily outside. The sound of distant thunder hums beneath the fluorescent lights. HANNA enters the restroom after finishing her shoot — poised, graceful as ever in heels, her hair perfectly in place.
She walks to the sink, sets down her designer clutch, and washes her hands with composed elegance. As she reaches up to fix her lipstick, her eyes flick toward the mirror — catching a woman beside her.
The WOMAN is dressed immaculately in a white tailored outfit. Draped over her arm: a bright pink Kelly bag. Her long hair is styled, her demeanor polished. On the counter, resting near the faucet — a bright pink phone case, matching the bag almost identically.
HANNA glances, sniffs subtly. That scent…
HANNA
(tilting her head, casual yet probing)
"Lavender and citrus?"
(soft chuckle)
"Quite a bold mix."
WOMAN
(smirking in the mirror)
"Mm. It sticks, doesn't it?"
(cheerfully)
"I like things that feel… memorable."
Hanna gives a faint smile, her eyes narrowing slightly at the pink phone case.
HANNA
(glancing at the accessories)
"You seem committed to that color. Pink phone, pink bag… Obsession or coincidence?"
WOMAN
(playfully)
"Definitely obsession."
(beat)
"Most of my things are this shade. Even my slippers."
Hanna lets out a small, amused breath — not quite laughter. But her gaze lingers now, heavier, a subtle tension rising behind her eyes.
Suddenly, the woman's phone buzzes from the Kelly bag. She picks it up, still smiling, and answers with breezy confidence.
WOMAN
(sweetly into phone)
"Hello, honey… I'm still in the washroom. I'll text you once I arrive."
(hangs up, then laughs to Hanna)
"Sorry. Men are always so impatient when they're waiting, aren't they?"
Hanna wipes her hands slowly, then folds the paper towel deliberately.
HANNA
(still smiling, with a hint of edge)
"You're lucky. To have someone waiting on you."
(beat)
"Trust me…"
She turns slightly, as if to leave — but pauses, then adds quietly, almost too softly:
HANNA
"…until they stop."
The woman's expression flickers — maybe confused, maybe amused.
WOMAN
(giggling)
"Oh… sounds like you've been in that situation, huh?"
HANNA
(chuckling, half a shrug)
"Well…"
(beat, playful but distant)
"I've learned not everything stays perfect forever."
WOMAN
(nods, lowering her voice with a smile)
"I get it. I'm just… lucky, I guess. He's an actor, you know."
(leans in, whispering)
"There's been a lot of rumors swirling around him — scandals, interviews, fans — but thank God, he still chooses me."
HANNA
(raising an eyebrow, impressed but intrigued)
"Wow. An actor, huh? Must be hard… all that attention on him."
WOMAN
(smirking)
"Yeah, sometimes it feels like I'm dating the spotlight too."
(sighs)
"But he always makes it clear. I come first."
They both laugh softly, but Hanna's smile starts to fade at the edges. Curiosity is clearly burning in her now.
HANNA
(sweetly, eyes narrowing a little)
"So… is he someone I'd know? A big name?"
WOMAN
(teasing)
"Oh, come on. I can't tell you that!"
(leans closer, brushing her hair back with a subtle flick of her fingers)
"But I'll say this…"
She glances toward the mirror and adjusts a small necklace — a simple silver charm that Hanna recognizes immediately. A limited-release gift Lee Ryun gave out to VIP guests at his film premiere last year.
WOMAN
"He's been working on this new project lately. A lot of secrecy. But you'll probably see more of him soon."
(pause)
"He said once he wraps things up with the PR company… we might finally go public."
Hanna freezes. A flicker of realization and disbelief.
HANNA
(slowly)
"PR company?"
WOMAN
"Yeah. He's been dealing with one lately. Said it's been… complicated."
The woman smiles dreamily, unaware of Hanna's face going stone cold for a breath.
WOMAN
(playfully)
"Oh no. I've said too much, haven't I?"
Hanna forces a laugh, gripping her clutch a little tighter.
HANNA
(low, smiling)
"Not at all. You've said… just enough."
Rain drums on the rooftop as Hanna walks under her umbrella. In the distance, she sees the Woman in White stepping into a white luxury coupe.
The engine purrs to life. The taillights blink.
HANNA
(whispers)
"Let's find out who you really belong to."
Wipers slice through the rain. Hanna trails the white coupe at a distance. Her phone buzzes, but she ignores it.
Inside her car, HANNA stares ahead — eyes sharp, breath shallow.
HANNA
(to herself)
"Where are you going…?"
⸻
EXT. LEE RYUN'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
The woman's car turns into the familiar luxury apartment complex. Hanna's car slows behind, parking just across the street. Her eyes widen, disbelief hardening into confirmation.
She watches as the car turns down a familiar street… and pulls into a building's private parking lot.
She stares at the building entrance as the woman disappears inside. Hanna quickly grabs her phone.
TEXT TO RYUN:
"Where are you?"
A few seconds pass.
RYUN'S REPLY:
"Still shooting at Yongin set. Long day. You okay? Done with work?"
Her jaw clenches. Raindrops race down the glass.
TEXT:
"Can I come over to your place tonight?"
Almost immediately, her phone RINGS — RYUN.
She answers with forced calm.
RYUN (V.O.)
(confused, soft)
"Hanna? Why do you want to go there? I'm not home."
HANNA
(flat, emotionally hollow)
"I just… don't want to go home right now."
RYUN
(worried, trying to soothe her)
"Hey… are you okay? You're just tired, right? You should rest. Go home, take a warm shower. I'll call you when I wrap."
HANNA
(cold smile through pain)
"Right… of course."
She hesitates. Voice trembling — vulnerable, but sharp.
HANNA
"Ryun… do you love me?"
Silence.
RYUN
(sighs, gently teasing)
"Are you crazy? How can a woman like you not be loved?"
Her grip tightens on the phone.
He laughs lightly, trying to ease her mood.
RYUN
"I mean it, Hanna. You're… unforgettable."
Hanna's eyes burn. Her lips curve into a cold smile.
HANNA
(quietly)
"You're right. I am unforgettable."
She ends the call.
Holds the phone against her chest. Stares back at the building.