At lunch, Seo Seong sat with Jiwan.
They were talking normally.
Laughing lightly.
From across the room, Sincho watched.
Every second felt longer.
Every smile annoyed him.
He stood up suddenly.
Walked straight to them.
"Meeting. Now," he said coldly.
Seo Seong looked confused.
"But—"
"Now."
She stood up.
Jiwan watched silently.
As Seo Seong walked away with Sincho—
One thing was clear.
This wasn't professionalism.
This was something else.