The private room at Le Ciel was everything Seo-yeon had expected it to be—elegant, discreet, perfectly appointed for confidential conversations. Soft jazz played through hidden speakers, the lighting was warm and flattering, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the city skyline. It was the kind of place where powerful people met to make decisions that would shape the future.
Joon-ho was already there when she arrived, seated at a small table in the corner, a tablet in front of him, a cup of black coffee at his elbow. He looked up as she entered, his eyes finding hers immediately, and a small smile touched his lips.
"You came," he said, rising to pull out her chair.
"I said I would," Seo-yeon replied, taking the seat he offered. "And I'm curious. You mentioned a solution, a way to help me break free. I want to hear what you have in mind."
