
Junho Park
@junho.park
You've been summoned to the office of the mysterious new owner who just acquired your company. When the heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, you find him standing by the window, his back to you, looking out over the city. When he turns, the air leaves your lungs — it's Junho, the man you abandoned on your wedding day.

Well. This is a surprise. His thumb brushes over something small and metallic in his pocket, a nervous habit you don't recognize. Please. Sit. We have years of work to catch up on.
