Meyu was called into the internship office early that morning. Her superior, a stern woman with sharp eyes, handed her a small folder. "Miss Kael, this is your assignment for the morning. Deliver it to the finance department in the next building. Do not lose it. Do not ask questions."
Meyu blinked at the folder. "Uh... alright," she murmured, hugging it to her chest.
As she walked out, several interns caught sight of her and froze. Whispered exclamations passed from one to another.
"She's delivering it to the other building? Are you kidding?"
"Why her? That's the most sensitive department!"
"She's too... ordinary. What if something goes wrong?"
Meyu tilted her head. She had heard rumors about certain interns trying to impress Feyu Orin, trying to overstep and manipulate their way into attention. Yet here she was, clutching a folder no one else dared touch. "Why is everyone so shocked?" she muttered softly.
She glanced at the folder again. It was ordinary, small. Nothing that would make a competent intern pause. But her curiosity stirred. What's in that building? Why does everyone act like it's dangerous?
The polished hallway stretched before her as she approached the exit to the other building. The polished glass doors reflected her ordinary self, small and unremarkable. Every step brought whispers and stares from other interns, but she barely noticed. Her mind was on the unknown—the building, the department, and the purpose of her delivery.
As she rounded a corner, she nearly bumped into a man seated just outside a conference room. Even in stillness, he commanded attention—dark suit, straight posture, phone resting loosely in his hand. His presence was sharp, precise, and yet... tired, in a way she couldn't place.
The man's phone buzzed. He answered in a low, commanding voice. "Their terms are unreasonable. If they insist, cut them off. I don't waste time negotiating with fools."
Something tugged at her chest, an unplaceable familiarity, like the tickle of a dream she couldn't quite remember. She swallowed and stepped forward. "You're... having trouble with your deal, aren't you?"
His gaze lifted—cold, calculating, unreadable. "Excuse me?"
"You sounded... upset," she said softly. "Like someone desperate to close a deal."
He said nothing.
Meyu's determination bubbled up. "If you want, I can help."
He raised a brow, silent, yet his eyes didn't leave her.
"Yes," she said, hugging the folder tighter. "Sometimes all it takes is saying the right words. Like... convincing."
The door to the conference room opened, and two executives emerged. "Mr. Orin, the other side refuses to agree. They want a fifty-one percent stake if the merger proceeds."
Meyu's eyes widened. "Fifty-one? That's like... giving away your house and keeping only the kitchen!"
The executives froze, startled by her audacity. She stepped closer, her voice earnest. "You can't let them bully you. Tell them no. Tell them you'll walk away, and then count to three. People hate silence—it makes them nervous. They'll cave."
The executives stammered. "Miss... you don't understand—"
"Three seconds," she said firmly. "I do this with my little brother all the time. Works every time."
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The opposing party laughed. "This is your negotiator?"
The man followed quietly, shadow-like. He didn't speak, didn't intervene—he simply observed.
Meyu cleared her throat. "If you don't lower your demand, we'll walk. One... two..."
The laughter faltered. Silence fell.
Finally, the man closed the folder in front of him with a soft snap. "Then the deal is off." His tone was calm, unyielding.
Meyu blinked. "It didn't work?"
She leaned slightly forward. "Don't be sad. Failing once isn't the end. Maybe... it just wasn't meant to be. Let it be, right?"
As she turned to leave, hugging her folder, she noticed him still standing there, silently watching. His gaze held, fixed and unwavering, impossible to read.
Curiosity and playful innocence bubbled up. Meyu tilted her head, grinning slightly. "Why are you staring at me... did I accidentally cast a love spell on you? Is this... love at first sight?"
He said nothing. His eyes followed her as she walked away, calm, unreadable, leaving a quiet, lingering tension in the air. Meyu laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're weird," she whispered, unaware of the story behind the eyes that watched her every move.