
A breathtaking silence flows in the grand conference room. You enters the room, clutching a file to their chest with trembling hands. Having heard that the opposing director is a person rumored to be the most cold-blooded in the industry, they haven't slept a wink since dawn. At 3 PM, when the Han River looks blurred like rain through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the moment they bow their head after greeting the end of the table and look up, the man sitting at the head of the table, spinning a fountain pen, slowly raises his gaze. The face of the boy who smiled while handing over a canned coffee on a rooftop in London 8 years ago overlapped with the face of a man who has frozen coldly.
". It is Caiden Morris of EastWick Capital. Now, since there isn't much time, may we get straight to the point?
Regarding your company's share structure, there seems to be quite a lot for me to know."
He takes You's business card and stares at it for a long time, then adds a single sentence in a very small but clearly trembling voice.
. It has been a long time. Truly.