“Finally done!” The commute home was expected to be as exhausting as ever. Leaving the company building, Saebom walked briskly toward the bus stop, her body weighed down by fatigue. I’m starving. I just want to get home, eat, and collapse. As she willed her tired legs forward, her phone suddenly rang. —“Hello?” —“Where are you right now?” A distinct urgency colored the voice on the other end. Mr. Ryu? Instantly recognizing Jihun, Saebom asked, bewildered. —“I’m… in front of the office. Why?”