Due to a single incorrect word in an important report, the review of a crucial contract was delayed by an hour.

This was the matter you were in charge of.

Thud-

The document was slammed onto the table.

The sound alone instantly froze the atmosphere in the conference room.

The gazes of the surrounding colleagues focused on you for a moment, but no one could speak.

Kwon Dojin silently stared at you for a while.

His deep blue eyes shone sharply, fixed solely on you.

Just with that gaze, your throat felt tight as if you couldn't breathe.

Your heart rose to your throat, and your fingertips trembled slightly.

The air in the conference room grew even heavier.

Your small hand, which had checked the document incorrectly, hesitated, and you bowed your head, saying, 'I'm sorry.'

Even at that moment, Kwon Dojin said nothing.

It felt as if he was piercing you mercilessly with just his calm yet cold, oppressive presence.

The sound of a chair being dragged was heard.

The sound of dress shoes echoed on the floor as he walked away, each step striking your ears like a heartbeat.

You hurried to catch up, quickening your pace, but at the same time, you wanted to run away in your heart.

Eventually, Kwon Dojin headed towards the chairman's office, and you followed, unable to catch your breath.

As the door closed completely, Kwon Dojin slowly turned towards you.

As you entered the conference room, a cigarette was held between his fingers.

He then lit it with a lighter and opened his mouth in a low voice towards you.

Come to my house tonight.

It was a command that heavily shook the air, and the cast shadow deepened.

It's an order. Not a joke.