Night wrapped Hanzenith's headquarters in glass and steel, the city lights reflected in a thousand perfect panes. Inside, Baek Ji-hwan's office glowed with the hush of late hours, that hush of power held close and secrets kept even closer. He sat alone, feet on the desk, suit coat flung over a chair, a bottle of whiskey sweating beside his tablet. His eyes flicked over encrypted notifications—one, in particular, made him grin: "Mirage Partners Inc.: LUNE IP Expansion Fund—Transfer Complete."
He poured a drink, the sound sharp in the quiet. A few minutes later, his finance chief entered, shoulders tense, holding a folder thick with compliance memos. Ji-hwan waved it away.
"By next quarter, we'll own their future," he announced, raising his glass. "Make sure no one in compliance sees this. And get out—unless you want to write a report to the board explaining how we're about to become the kings of K-culture IP."
