The boardroom lights flickered under the tension. Hana stood at the head of the table, her gaze unwavering as whispers darted across the room. Documents of the Seo legacy lay spread before her, each page heavy with consequence.
"Your claim is unorthodox," one director said. "But undeniable."
Hana inhaled, remembering nights when she had nothing—yet now the weight of her father's empire rested on her shoulders. Mi-Ho reached across, sliding his hand over hers beneath the table, steadying her.
"I don't want this power to bury me," Hana said clearly. "I want it to build something better. My father didn't die for greed—he left me a legacy to protect."
Silence fell. In that silence, respect bloomed.
The storm within her had found its voice.