ou are, even if he's... difficult. Just be yo

d success that both impressed and slightly overwhelmed her. She smoothed down her simple but elegant blouse, took a deep breath, trying to channel Ifunanya's pep talk and remind herself of the quiet s

installations stood like silent sentinels, their abstract forms hinting at the innovative spirit of the company. Impeccably dressed people strode through the space with an air of effortless purpose, their faces set in expressions

but coolly professional. As the elevator ascended, the city unfolded beneath her in a breathtaking panorama of glass and steel, a sprawling tapestry of human endeavor that stretched to the horizon.

f power. A long, sleek desk, crafted from some dark, exotic wood that looked b

that drew the eye. His dark hair was styled with an effortless elegance, and his features were sharp, refined, and undeniably handsome, sculpted into an expression of cool command. But it was his eyes that tru

rmth or inflection. It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact, delivered

She forced herself to meet his gaze, refusing to be intimidated b

ist, his movements precise and economical. "Please, sit down. Let's get straight to business. I have a... demanding sch

a hawk examining its prey, and she had the distinct impression that she was being thoroughly evaluated, her every word and gesture assessed, and th

al skills, her ability to handle pressure and deadlines, her proficiency in English (which, thankfully, was impeccable), and her knowledge of Korean business etiquette (which, she suspected, was her weakest area). H

ughout, his face a mask of cold professionalism, giving her no indication of whether she was meeting his expectations or falling short. It was like performing for a stone statue, she thought, a flicker o

r qualifications but also her very essence. "You have...potential," he conceded, the word hanging in the air like a fragile, grudging compliment. "But this job requires someone who is not only efficient and discreet but also utterly unflap

reminded herself, because she was good enough, because she had something valuable to offer, and she wasn't going to back down from this challen

of moments, a subtle shift in his expression that was almost imperceptible. Then, his mask of cold profession

job. Despite the intimidating interview, despite Mr. Kwon's inscrutability, she'd actually gotten

it! I actually got the job!" Amara exclaimed, bursting through Ifunanya's door with all the subtlety of a K-pop dance routine. Ifunanya, who was in the middle of preparing another culin

and savory. Ifunanya regaled Amara with more stories about working at Innovate Korea, painting a vivid

lty. People work hard for him, not just because of the money, but because they respect his vision and his drive.""He certainly is... intense," Amara said, remembering those piercing eyes and that unwavering gaze. "Intense is one wo

lf in a new city, in a new culture. But she also had a tough boss, a man who seemed to operate on a different plane of existence. She wondered