The next morning, the sun struggled to pierce the gray clouds over Seoul, but inside Han Corporation, the lobby buzzed with interns, employees, and executives moving like ants in a glass anthill.
Han Soo-min—disguised as Lena Hart—held a thin notebook, pretending to check her schedule. Every detail mattered: who to avoid, who to watch, who might suspect she wasn't just a trainee.
"Good morning, Lena. You're in charge of delivering these files to the 42nd floor." The receptionist handed her a manila envelope, eyes glinting with indifference.
"Of course," Soo-min said softly, careful not to let her voice waver.
As she made her way toward the elevators, she froze. Standing by the stairwell was a figure she hadn't expected to see so soon: Lee Ji-hoon—her ex-boyfriend.
He was leaning casually against the railing, dark eyes scanning the crowd, but the instant they locked on hers, his expression shifted. Recognition. Surprise. Something she couldn't quite read.
"Lena?" His voice was low, almost cautious.
Soo-min swallowed, forcing herself to remain composed. "I… I'm new here. Just an intern."
Ji-hoon's gaze lingered, sharp and calculating, and she felt the old familiar pull in her chest. Memories of laughter, late-night walks, stolen kisses… she shoved them away. Not now. Focus.
"Right," Ji-hoon said finally, letting the moment pass—but she noticed the faint curve of a smirk, like he knew more than he let on.
The elevator arrived, and Soo-min stepped in, clutching the envelope tightly. But as the doors closed, she felt a presence behind her.
"Going somewhere?"
Her heart skipped. She turned slowly. It was Kang Min-ho, leaning against the wall, his uniform immaculate, eyes studying her like he could see straight through the mask she wore.
"Yes… just… delivering files," Soo-min said, trying to sound casual.
He raised an eyebrow. "At this hour?"
Soo-min swallowed, unsure how much to reveal. "It's… part of my training."
Min-ho didn't comment, but the faint flicker of suspicion in his eyes sent a chill down her spine. She had thought she could hide from him forever—but the universe clearly had other plans.
By lunchtime, Soo-min was in the company cafeteria, trying to blend in with other interns. Her mind raced. Ji-hoon is here. Min-ho is watching. One mistake, and everything could fall apart.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. A message from an unknown number:
"Don't trust anyone. Not even him. – Someone who knows."
Soo-min's eyes widened. Someone already knew she was here. And her heart knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning.
The camera of her life had started rolling—and every secret, every lie, every stolen glance would soon come under the spotlight.