The Corridor Collision: A Radioactive GridThe pristine glass corridors of the MIXXO Fashion Company headquarters were buzzing with early operational activity. Kim Han-eun and Park Chae-won walked briskly toward the central boardroom, their arms securely balancing a heavy, thick stack of winter collection project files. Moving from the opposite coordinate vector down the corridor lane, Mrs. Chairman—Kang Ha-joon's biological mother—approached with sharp, clicking heels, her face completely buried inside a high-priority smartphone call.She was deeply engrossed in her phone conversation, her elite filter completely blind to the office floor, while Han-eun was fully focused on organizing the loose sheets of her design blueprints. Neither system altered their trajectory—resulting in a sudden, sharp physical collision.THUD!The abrupt impact violently sent the heavy files slipping straight out from Han-eun's fingers, executing a chaotic scatter across the polished marble floorboards. Mrs. Chairman sharply cut her phone line off, her high-society features instantly twisting into an absolute, monstrous expression of raw fury. Han-eun quickly knelt onto the tiles to retrieve her ruined data layout, and Chae-won joined in to assist her station."You two uncoordinated specimens again?!" Mrs. Chairman glared down at them with extreme, suffocating arrogance, her voice cutting through the corridor vacuum. "Are your eyes completely blind to this path?! What if my expensive smartphone device had dropped and smashed flat onto these tiles?!""I am really, profoundly sorry, Mrs. Chairman..." Han-eun mumbled, her voice low and completely intimidated as she kept her head bowed low under her radar. "My system wasn't paying proper attention to the transit path.""Your system wasn't paying attention?" Mrs. Chairman scoffed with deep condescension, her corporate filter dripping with icy contempt. "Then what on earth am I supposed to execute about it? I seriously, deeply wonder how a clumsy girl like you even managed to log her name as a Team Leader inside this high-end firm. Mr. Chairman must have completely lost his executive mind... I have absolutely, completely zero idea why his hands felt the mandatory need to make your station a leader. My vision doesn't track an single ounce of capability inside your profile!""Mrs. Chairman!" Chae-won's face instantly turned a burning red color with raw defensive anger. She stepped her boots forcefully forward, stepping directly inside her personal circle to confront her. "What exactly does corporate capability have to do with an uncoordinated accident?! This was an honest mistake! Her frame didn't bump into your body on purpose!""And why on earth are your vocal cords acting like her private defense lawyer?" Mrs. Chairman glared sharply at Chae-won's face, her tone snapping. "Can't her own mouth speak for her registry?""I apologize, Mrs. Chairman," Han-eun gently pulled Chae-won's arm block back to halt the friction, her stubborn baseline waking up as she looked up. "It might legally be a fault parameter on my end, but it was absolutely not intentional. And as for my official leadership position, my system occupies this chair solely because of my own hard work, design skills, and technical credentials. That is exactly why I am the Team Leader of Group-A, period."The Sovereign Anchor: Hand Bruises and Hidden ScarsJust then, moving with rapid, heavy strides down the corridor line, Kang Ha-joon and Park Seo-joon walked past the elevators, deeply engrossed in a project review brief. They stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes tracking the intense commotion near the pillars."Oh no..." Seo-joon whispered from behind, a sudden wave of panic hitting his system. "Mrs. Chairman is standing right there in a confrontation grid with Han-eun and Chae-won. It looks like something went terribly, destructively wrong with the parameters."Kang Ha-joon didn't hesitate for a single second. Moving with absolute, raw masculine reflex and a rigid executive posture, he marched forcefully forward, stepping directly between their bodies to completely shield Han-eun from his mother's harsh, judgmental gaze. Seo-joon rushed right behind his heels to manage the fallout.Oh man! Seo-joon thought strictly to his own database, cold sweat slightly dripping down his neck casing. The entire atmosphere inside this corridor is already radioactive. I just desperately hope Ha-joon doesn't lose his temper at Mrs. Chairman's face. God help us know when this family confrontation loop will end."Team Leader Eun!" Ha-joon barked strictly, his deep voice dropping into a freezing cold frequency that echoed across the glass walls. "What on earth are your parameters executing out here in the hallway? We called a mandatory project meeting inside the boardroom, and here your station is wasting precious company time logs?! Move your feet immediately!""Miss Won, please head inside the boardroom bay as well," Seo-joon intervened smoothly to de-escalate the friction, offering a rapid corporate bow to the elder woman. "Our sincere, profound apologies, Mrs. Chairman... our leadership is running incredibly late for the global project review, so our frames mandatory must head in right away."Without casting a single glance at anyone else in the circle, Ha-joon bent his towering build down, grabbed the remaining design files from the floorboards, forcefully shoved them into Han-eun's hands, and grabbed her right wrist with an iron, unbreakable physical grip. He turned his torso sharply, starting to drag her frame toward the boardroom doors. Mrs. Chairman froze completely in absolute, thinned shock before fuming out loud."Ha-joon!" she yelled out in a high-pitched, furious frequency. "What on earth do your thoughts think you are executing right now?! Let go of her hand this exact instant! My mouth was actively speaking to her station!"Suddenly, as her hand gestured through the air, Mrs. Chairman's eyes locked dead onto Ha-joon's right hand, instantly noticing the raw, unbandaged red bruises and skin abrasions staining his knuckles from his earlier office-trashing fit [Ch. 15, 16]. A sudden, volatile mix of motherly worry and deep anger flashed across her features. "And... what happened to your hand? Through what parameter did your knuckles sustain those raw wounds?"Oh boy! Seo-joon facepalmed mentally through his teeth, his corporate filter short-circuiting. What an absolute, total mess. How on earth do I stop her from digging deeper into his psychological trauma archives [Ch. 16]?"Mr. Kang... please let go of my wrist parameters right now," Han-eun whispered slurrily, her face flushing crimson from total shyness as she tried to twist her hand out of his iron grip."There is absolutely, completely zero need for that," Ha-joon countered through his teeth, tightening his fingers around her wrist block with a possessive, protective authority. He looked directly into his mother's eyes with dangerous, ice-cold intensity. "Move your feet, Han-eun. And it doesn't matter a single pixel to your database how my hand sustained these wounds, Mom. Your registry has absolutely, completely nothing to do with my life files.""What kind of lawless behavior is this?!" Mrs. Kang was completely outraged, her filter entirely dissolving. "I am your biological mother! Of course, my heart will worry about your safety charts! Let go of her hand first!""What exactly is your problem, Mrs. Chairman?" Ha-joon fired back with freezing cold intensity, his chest heaving under his tailored vest as his deep voice rattled the glass. "I am absolutely not letting go of her hand casing. We are running late for the meeting. Whatever your mouth has to broadcast, say the data later. Besides... what do your thoughts even comprehend about this fashion project? Do your credentials possess an ounce of technical design knowledge? Because my system doesn't think—""Mr. Kang... please stop it," Han-eun stepped inside his circle, her soft, quiet whisper hitting his ear panel with a gentle touch.Ha-joon paused instantly, his vocal cords cutting out as he stared down at Han-eun's face for a heavy beat. He cleared his throat sharply, his rigid corporate mask returning with supreme discipline. "Fine. Let's just go. We completely don't have time to stall our timelines. This project is vital for my registry. And since I am your supreme boss, your system will strictly listen only to my voice! Park, let's clear the hall!"Ha-joon pulled Han-eun along by her hand, his long strides carrying her frame briskly toward the boardroom doors. Seo-joon stayed back for a final milestone second, offering an impeccably polite director bow to Mrs. Chairman to protect the data."My profound apologies, Mrs. Chairman," Seo-joon reported smoothly. "Ha-joon is exceptionally, intensely serious about this winter collection launch, please don't take his harsh words to your heart. Your mind knows exactly how his system gets... our frames must head in now. Come along, Miss Won.""Yeah," Chae-won nodded quickly. But the exact microsecond she turned her torso to clear the hallway, she shot a glaring, highly animated teasing smirk right back into Mrs. Chairman's pale face.Mrs. Chairman was left standing entirely, frozenly alone inside the empty glass corridor, her face pale with a toxic mixture of raw fury and deep, restless anxiety.Ha-joon is acting entirely, overly protective of that design girl's safety parameters again... she panicked frantically inside her own internal thoughts, her fingers clenching her luxury shawl. Don't tell my thoughts he has actually, genuinely started catching deep romantic feelings for this ordinary Eun? His system already completely dismisses my opinions and codes. Even after everything that occurred years ago on that provincial hillside, his stubborn mind still stubbornly believes that my hands were the ones who pushed 'Hanu' off that cliffside [Ch. 9, 16]! If this keep up tracker continues, my system won't be able to control his parameters ever again. Huh! My hands need to keep a close eye on his coordinates... or better yet, locate an elite, wealthy partner for his registry immediately. That is the mandatory only way to block out Hanu's memory files and keep his build entirely away from this girl!The Corridor Lane: The Stiff GlanceChae-won and Seo-joon walked briskly down the hallway corridor toward the boardroom doors."Ugh!" Chae-won huffed in total, absolute frustration, her shoulder-length bob swaying as she stomped her heels. "That Mrs. Chairman is unbelievably, monstrously rude to people! I swear, my fingers were holding back the raw urge to give her a piece of my mind! Thank goodness Mr. Chairman is such a sweet, polite gentleman. Mr. Kang Ha-joon definitely acts like a grumpy kangaroo most of the time, but today his actions proved he definitely didn't inherit his mother's toxic traits!""Miss Won, look around, keep your volume low," Seo-joon checked the surrounding corridor partitions before lowering his deep voice. "I understand your anger. Mrs. Chairman comes from an elite, filthy rich high-society lineage. Her system has been pampered and spoiled her entire life, which is exactly why her mouth mindlessly judges anyone she deems beneath her corporate grid. Just ignore her shadow entirely.""Then how on earth did a sweet gentleman like Mr. Chairman fall for someone like her in the first place?""That data is completely beyond my knowledge base, so just drop the historical file!" Seo-joon dismissed smoothly, clicking his pen. "Focus strictly on finalizing the winter project now. Once the designs are cast onto the display today, the factory workload is going to skyrocket across the desks. And let my lips warn your station, Ha-joon has an insane, near-surgical eye for detail. His mind will definitely find some hidden loophole or structural flaw in your layout.""What?" Chae-won pouted her lips aggressively. "But Lee Min-juh won't execute an error log like that. He is incredibly supportive, sweet, and understands our work perfectly [Ch. 17]."Seo-joon sharply halted his steps flat on the carpet for a split second. He turned his torso around, shooting Chae-won a deeply jealous, intensely stiff, and unmoving look that instantly cut off her words. "Right... because your system is constantly, beautifully looking at his face...""What?" Chae-won frowned in total, absolute confusion, her cheeks flushing a light pink color as she look-tracked his rigid posture. "Why on earth are your eyes staring at my face with that weird, awkward expression, Director Park?"Seo-joon quickly cleared his throat, his face turning a fraction red as his fingers frantically adjusted his tie block to regain his composure. "Huh? Nothing... absolute zero data. Let's just go inside the boardroom portal immediately."The Entry Grid: The Hand JerkRight outside the heavy boardroom mahogany door block, Kang Ha-joon and Kim Han-eun reached the threshold. The exact second they halted, Han-eun used a sudden wave of frantic energy to abruptly, violently jerk her wrist completely away from his hand casing."Alright, that is mandatory enough volume!" Han-eun whispered in a frantic, high-pitched frenzy, her face burning like fire from total shyness as she rubbed her skin. "Please let go of my hand parameters now. Every single team member is already sitting inside the boardroom. What on earth will the creative design team think if their eyes see our profiles like this?!"Ha-joon let go of her wrist instantly, his long fingers rapidly retreating into his trouser pockets as his executive face looked visibly, comically awkward under the door lights. "Ahem... clear your files...""Thanks..." Han-eun gently rubbed her wrist, her eyes lowering to the floorboards as her vocal cords dropped into an intensely soft, quiet murmur. "Thanks for helping my station back there against her words."Ha-joon leaned his towering build in slightly closer to her personal space, his face dropping exceptionally close to her flushing cheeks as he spoke in a flat, defensive, and thoroughly corporate tone to hide his racing heart. "Oh, don't mention a single word of it, Miss Kim. But get one critical parameter straight inside your brain... my system explicitly didn't execute that action for your personal file, understand? It was strictly for company repute."Just then, Park Seo-joon and Park Chae-won walked up right behind their backs. Catching the two profiles standing so incredibly, beautifully close to each other's lips, both of them instantly flashed knowing, wide, and highly teasing smiles across their faces."Well, well..." Chae-won teased loudly, raising a sharp eyebrow as she smirked at her friend's burning cheeks. "What exact high-stakes project do we have going on over here between the lines?""N-Nothing, Chae-won!" Han-eun startled violently, taking a frantic, uncoordinated step back away from the CEO's proximity as her shyness peaked. "Come on, open the door block! Our hands mandatory need to cast the clothing designs onto the main screen .The Boardroom GridKim Han-eun quickly grabbed Park Chae-won's arm and practically dragged her into the main boardroom to execute a frantic escape from the threshold friction [Ch. 19]. Park Seo-joon stepped up right next to Kang Ha-joon's shoulder block, instantly poking fun at his posture with a sneaky smirk."What on earth was that corridor touch all about, Ha-joon?" Seo-joon murmured, nudging his shoulder panel playfully [Ch. 19]. "Your internal database clearly has a massive, highly protective soft spot for Eun's presence, so why on earth is your mouth still maintaining that strict, arrogant boss attitude on this floor?""That specific part of the data is perfectly true..." Ha-joon responded, a small, deeply calculating smirk catching across his strict features as his fingers adjusted his cuffs [Ch. 18]. "But teasing and flustering her system is entirely way too much fun to delete from my logs.""Oh ho!" Seo-joon chuckled, shaking his head with an amused grin. "Alright, lover boy, let's march our boots inside the clearing."The entire joint fashion project team was already seated rigidly inside the pristine boardroom layout [Ch. 13]. Lee Min-juh was already occupying his chair, looking incredibly sharp in his charcoal suit [Ch. 15]. Ha-joon and Seo-joon walked past the desks, exchanging a cold, stiff, and thoroughly hostile glance with their billionaire rival before taking their respective seats at the head of the marble table [Ch. 13, 17].Han-eun stepped forward to the screen, booting up the interface to flash the brand-new winter collection project designs onto the massive digital display projector [Ch. 13]. The exact microsecond the blueprints appeared, the surrounding employees fell into a synchronized murmur of pure, unadulterated admiration across the rows; they genuinely, deeply loved the technical layout [Ch. 13].Min-juh smiled warmly, his dark eyes locking onto her face as his hands clapped together. "Absolutely brilliant work, Eun! Your station has my 100% executive approval on this submission. This collection layout is completely, spectacularly flawless. Let's lock this database file right now [Ch. 17].""Lock it?" Ha-joon coldly interrupted, his deep voice dropping into an intensely low, mocking frequency that violently shattered the room vacuum [Ch. 11]. He narrowed his eyes sharply, meticulously studying the screen lines [Ch. 11]. "Mr. Lee, are your coordinates present inside this boardroom to evaluate the actual structural integrity of the design files, or did your build report here strictly to mindlessly praise the Team Leader's profile [Ch. 11]? Look at section four of the rendering grid. The structural lines are completely, monstrously misaligned with the digital mapping. If our factory proceeds with this flawed layout, the entire framework setup for the winter model shoot will permanently collapse. It is a completely amateur design mistake [Ch. 11]."Min-juh's handsome face instantly went dangerously rigid, an explosive wave of pure rage and toxic masculine jealousy surging deep inside his chest block as he leaned flatly forward over the table [Ch. 17]. "With all due respect to your title, Mr. Kang, that parameter is absolutely not a mistake! That is a deliberate, highly calculated design choice executed to grant the background elements more aesthetic breathing space [Ch. 17]! Your system is just deliberately, maliciously nitpicking microscopic flaws in every single line her fingers draw because your proud vision is looking at her work with a biased perspective [Ch. 17]!"The boardroom confrontation instantly turned explosive, a suffocating layer of friction paralyzing the space. The remaining design employees froze in total terror, instantly dropping their heads deep into their notebooks to simulate active charting, desperately avoiding the crossfire between the two heavyweights [Ch. 13]."Oh man, Eun!" Chae-won leaned her head far down, delivering an intensely frantic whisper straight into Han-eun's ear panel. "If these two roaring leaders keep tearing into each other's files like this wild animal track, do your thoughts honestly believe our team can ever execute this fashion project smoothly? My system highly doubts the outcome! Lee Min-juh looks like his hands want to literally strangle Kang's neck, and Mr. Kang Ha-joon is matching his aggressive energy perfectly [Ch. 17]!""Ugh..." Han-eun sighed in deep, restless stress, her face flushing crimson from shyness as she looked between the two men. "Why on earth can't you two just shut your vocal cords for a single second?!"Seo-joon stepped inside the clearing, coughing loudly through his teeth to break the suffocating silence, his director filter working to smooth over the fierce argument [Ch. 11, 16]. "Ahem! Gentlemen, please execute a calm protocol. Mr. Lee, your business point regarding the background breathing space is completely valid... however, Mr. Kang's sharp technical observation regarding the rendering grid misalignment is also spot on the target [Ch. 11]. Our station should definitely dedicate some immediate attention to fixing that loophole before production launches [Ch. 11]."The rest of the design team members nodded their heads in rapid, synchronized agreement with Seo-joon's logic. Seeing the entire boardroom lean toward a clean middle ground, both Ha-joon and Min-juh slowly backed their bodies down, leaning back into their leather cushions with an intense, suppressed masculine anger [Ch. 17]."Alright, so our systems are finally all on the same page," Han-eun let out a heavy breath of pure relief, adjusting her folder. "Thank goodness!""Fantastic!" Min-juh quickly, smoothly masked his inner rage, forcing a bright, winning smile across his features as he stood up from the table [Ch. 17]. "Now that our core project design is officially, formally finalized... to celebrate entering this next successful phase of our partnership, dinner tonight is completely, entirely on my personal registry for the entire team [Ch. 17]!"The entire room instantly erupted into happy, joyous cheers across the cubicle staff—"Wow, thank you so incredibly much, Mr. Lee!"Min-juh slowly rotated his broad shoulders toward the head of the table, a cynical, highly challenging smirk touching his lips as his dark eyes locked dead onto the CEO. "Mr. Kang... your build is more than welcome to join our coordinates at the venue tonight [Ch. 17]."Without even casting a single pixel of his attention toward his rival, Ha-joon smoothly slid his premium champagne-gold pen directly back into his suit pocket, speaking with absolute, ice-cold executive indifference [Ch. 12, 17]. "Completely zero need for my presence. My registry has absolutely, completely zero desire to attend that gathering. Go ahead with your transit logs without me [Ch. 12, 17]."Ha-joon pushed his leather chair back, stood up with an immaculately rigid, powerful posture, and exited the main boardroom past the threshold gates with pure, unyielding corporate arrogance [Ch. 13]. Min-juh's face turned completely dark, calculating, and pitch-black with silent fury as his eyes tracked his departure out the door [Ch. 15].The Corridor Train: Restless InquiriesThe heavy velocity of his departure left a trail of deep, thick silence behind the glass panels [Ch. 13]. Han-eun stood quietly beside the screen, her dark eyes tracking the heavy doors as they clicked shut behind his silhouette [Ch. 13]. Her chest tightened with a complex mixture of raw confusion and unsaid emotions as his bruises flashed past her memory logs [Ch. 18].Why on earth did his system leave the building like that? Han-eun thought strictly to her own chest, her head throb-tracking. His behavioral parameters have been getting stranger and more erratic by the day. Back there inside the radioactive corridor collision... was his strict build actually, genuinely worried about my safety against his mother [Ch. 19]? Huh... what on earth is going on with his mind files [Ch. 18]?"Well, since Mr. Kang Ha-joon is entirely too busy with his own schedules," Min-juh's voice sharply broke her train of thought, rotating his torso toward the sofa row with a polite but completely fake smile [Ch. 15]. "What about your logs, Mr. Park? Your build will mandatory join our celebration dinner tonight, right?""My profound apologies, Mr. Lee," Seo-joon reported smoothly, gathering his tablet interface and data files from the marble cloth [Ch. 12]. He offered a polite director bow [Ch. 19]. "I won't be able to make the transit to the venue either. All of your frames should go ahead and enjoy the menu parameters. My system mandatory has to head straight back to my workspace desk to save today's complete project data and prepare the files for tomorrow morning's deployment [Ch. 18]. I will submit the final contract report to your line later tonight.""Alright, that completely works for the database," Min-juh nodded his head, hiding his deep internal satisfaction at having Han-eun's circle isolated [Ch. 18]. "See your system tomorrow morning then."Park Seo-joon exited the boardroom wing with fast strides [Ch. 16]. The remaining creative project team members happily gathered their belongings, portfolios, and bags, chatting excitedly among themselves as they cleared out past the threshold lanes [Ch. 14.5]. Min-juh stepped his boots closer to the drawing desk block where Han-eun and Chae-won were busy packing up their luxury laptop devices [Ch. 11]."Our systems should all ride together inside my luxury car to the venue, alright?" Min-juh smiled warmly, leaning his powerful frame against the edge of the wooden table layout [Ch. 18]. "Let's quickly wrap up the remaining pending logs for the shift so our frames can clear past the front gates completely on time.""Yes, sounds perfectly good," Han-eun responded with a small smile, locking her laptop casing [Ch. 18]."By the way, Lee," Chae-won's eyes instantly lit up with high-energy excitement, looking up from her screen monitor. "Which high-end restaurant venue are our bodies going to tonight?""My fingers haven't select-tracked the exact spot location on the city grid yet," Min-juh chuckled softly, his dark eyes locking onto Han-eun's face with deep, hidden devotion [Ch. 18]. "But my heart wants the destination to be exceptionally special. Chae-won, where would your own system like to dine tonight?""Ah!" Chae-won excitedly tapped her chin with her pen, her face flushing a light pink color. "Let my brain think... there are so many spectacular places inside this Seoul grid!"The three of them continued chatting casually across the desks as they returned to their cubicle block clearing. After a brief period, the design team members completed their final task entries with cheerful smiles, and the entire assembly happily headed out past the front gates for the grand dinner party [Ch. 18].L'ÉTOILE SEOUL – NIGHT (THE CELEBRATION)The scene cuts directly to the sweeping, high-end exterior of 'L'Étoile Seoul', a gorgeous, ultra-luxury glass-walled dining fortress situated directly on the absolute top floor of a towering Gangnam skyscraper. The architectural masterpiece offered a breathtaking, panoramic 360-degree view of the glowing Seoul city lights, the bustling highway traffic grids, and the silver curves of the Han River reflecting the starlight below.Inside the grand venue, the ambiance was warm, class-one, and vibrantly elegant. Slow, high-frequency jazz music played softly through the hidden speaker vacuum, blending beautifully with the sound of crystal glasses clinking. The corporate MIXXO project team occupied a massive, beautifully decorated private dining section bordered by velvet drapes. The long banquet tables were filled to the absolute margin with premium culinary dishes, luxury appetizers, and fine champagne drinks.Lee Min-juh, Kim Han-eun, and Park Chae-won walked into the luxury venue together, their silhouettes framed against the glass skyline. Min-juh stepped forward with absolute, elegant masculine dominance, politely pulling out a plush velvet chair to offer Han-eun the seat."Thank you, Lee," Han-eun smiled softly, sitting down inside his personal circle with a polite tone. Chae-won slid smoothly into the adjacent seat right next to her side, her eyes immediately marveling at the luxury crystal settings and the premium menu metrics. The rest of the creative employees were already laughing, celebrating the successful design finalization with unlocked happiness.KANG'S OFFICE CAR PARK – NIGHTThe scene sharply cuts to the dark, quiet underground parking lot terminal of the corporate headquarters building. Park Seo-joon was holding his leather briefcase, adjusting his heavy coat panels as his system prepared to finally head back home after saving the data sheets [Ch. 18].Standing right next to his sleek, black luxury sports chassis was Kang Ha-joon [Ch. 18]. He was completely still, his long fingers resting inside his trouser pockets as his sharp, dark eyes stared entirely blankly ahead into the concrete darkness. His complicated executive mind was clearly, helplessly drifting entirely elsewhere—tracking straight to the coordinates of the dinner party [Ch. 18]."Alright, Ha-joon," Seo-joon opened, unlocking the luxury vehicle doors with a digital click. "Every single piece of data is successfully wrapped up for the night. Let's execute our head-out transit. Kang? Kang... oye, Kang Ha-joon!""Huh?!" Ha-joon snapped out of his deep trance with a sudden jolt, his eyelids blinking rapidly under the dim garage lamps [Ch. 17]. "What exact words did your mouth just broadcast, Park?""Exhale..." Seo-joon let out a heavy sigh, crossing his arms tightly over his chest as he studied his friend's stiff posture [Ch. 16]. "What absolute zone was your brain drifting into just now? My lips asked if your system wanted to reconsider and join the team's dinner party after all. Your parameters have been acting completely, intensely restless ever since your boots stepped out past that boardroom threshold [Ch. 18].""Huh? Absolutely, mandatory not," Ha-joon countered defensively, his face flushing a fraction red as his fingers frantically adjusted his coat collar to shield his internal turmoil [Ch. 18]. "Why on earth would my registry possess a single drop of desire to report to that venue tonight?""Then what is the operational plan?" Seo-joon scoffed playfully, a knowing smirk touching his lips. "Are your thoughts staying back to execute some more late-night operations on the winter collection files?""No," Ha-joon barked strictly through his teeth, his jaw tightening into an iron lock as the toxic masculine jealousy over Han-eun sitting next to Lee Min-juh completely consumed his sanity [Ch. 18]. "Let's just go."Both young leaders slid smoothly into the plush leather backseat cushions of the premium luxury car, shutting the door block. The personal chauffeur instantly started the heavy sports engine, moving the vehicle smoothly out of the dark underground parking lot terminal [Ch. 5].The car hit the bright, neon-lit city boulevard lanes, cruising past the highway corridors [Ch. 18]. Ha-joon looked rigidly out the side window panel, his long fingers restlessly, aggressively tapping a fast frequency against the leather armrest as his mind mapped the image of Kim Han-eun sharing a private dining table next to his billionaire rival [Ch. 18].The exact microsecond his chest tightened past his threshold parameter, he leaned his towering frame aggressively forward toward the front partition block."Change the travel coordinates immediately," Ha-joon commanded the chauffeur, his deep, roaring voice dripping with a low, terrifyingly intense possessive authority. "We are executing a re-route transit straight to the top floor grid of L'Étoile Seoul right now."
Kang: (Directing the chauffeur) Change the route. Take us directly to L'Étoile Seoul, where the project team is having dinner.(Mr. Park turns his head so fast he almost snaps his neck. He glares at Kang in absolute disbelief.)Mr. Park: (Exasperated, throwing his hands up) What on earth was that?! If you wanted to go so badly, why did you put on such a massive dramatic show in front of everyone back in the boardroom?!Kang: (Turning his face away, looking out the window) I... I just want to oversee the team. I need to know what kind of project discussions are taking place over dinner. That's all.Mr. Park: (Leaning in close, blocking Kang's view) Kang, drop the act. Enough is enough. How long are you going to keep lying to me? Your bizarre behavior is screaming the truth, yet every time I ask, you make up these ridiculous corporate excuses. Just tell me the truth. You are heading there entirely for Team Leader Eun, aren't you? Admit it already—you've started catching feelings for her!Kang: (Stammering slightly, his defensive walls cracking) Huh? That's utter nonsense! I do not have feelings for her.Mr. Park: (Smirking, leaning back) Fine then. If it's nonsense, there's absolutely no reason to crash their dinner. (Calling out to the front) Driver, disregard his order. Take us straight to Mr. Kang's residence.Kang: (Instantly panicking, raising his voice) No! Driver, keep driving to the restaurant I mentioned! Do not turn around!(The driver glances nervously at the rearview mirror, tracking Kang's intensely flushed and panicked face before keeping the car steady on the highway toward the restaurant.)Kang: (Sighing deeply, running a hand through his hair, finally breaking down) Ugh... fine! Fine! Yes! Yes, damn it... I have started falling for Eun!(Mr. Park freezes, his jaw dropping slightly as he processes the direct confession. In the front, the driver's eyes widen in shock, staring wide-eyed at the rearview mirror at his usually untouchable, cold CEO.)Kang: (His voice dropping into a soft, vulnerable tone, entirely focused on his internal turmoil) She... she reminds me so much of Hanu. Every single thing she does brings back memories of her. And besides... I absolutely despise the idea of her spending time around Lee. My gut says that guy is not right. He is dangerous for her, and I refuse to let her stay near him.Mr. Park: (A massive, victorious grin spreading across his face, clapping his hands together) Wow! Look at you finally spitting out the absolute truth! I knew it all along! My instincts never lie. So... tell me, when exactly do you plan on confessing these giant feelings to her?Kang: (Tense, adjusting his coat, trying to regain his alpha composure) Soon. Very soon. But for now, shut your mouth and sit back. (Leaning forward again, sternly to the front) Driver, step on the gas. Get us there immediately.Mr. Park: (Chuckling, leaning back comfortably into the leather seat) Oh, absolutely, boss. Step on it, driver! We have a romantic intervention to attend!