As Sumi stepped into the elevator, an unsettling shiver crawled down her spine, setting her nerves on edge. She instinctively drew back into a corner, clutching her breath as the doors slid shut with a quiet, metallic finality. Her gaze was anchored straight ahead, where she could see the reflections of her fellow passengers in the polished metal. The cramped space housed three individuals: herself, Park Yi Jun positioned to her right, and the infamous Park Bon Hwa—commonly referred to as "the devil"—standing boldly at the center, just behind Yi Jun. Sumi felt an overwhelming wave of anxiety wash over her; she desperately yearned to escape the suffocating confines of the elevator. As the doors closed, sealing them in, the elevator began to move. Yi Jun stood rigid, staring ahead with clenched fists, battling the rising discomfort he felt in the presence of Park Bon Hwa. “Are you from marketing?” Park Bon Hwa’s voice sliced through the silence, cutting straight toward Yi Jun. Startled, Yi Jun turned to face him. “Yes, sir. I’m from Team 2,” he replied, forcing a small smile despite the tightness in his chest. After that brief interaction, silence enveloped them once more, heavy and suffocating. When the elevator finally groaned to a halt on the fifth floor, Sumi and Yi Jun surged forward into the open corridor like a breath of fresh air. Yi Jun gnced back, offering an awkward bow to Park Bon Hwa, who met him with a stony stare before the elevator doors slid shut, sealing the atmosphere of tension behind them. As Yi Jun walked toward his office, he couldn't shake the ominous feeling that lingered in his heart whenever he encountered Park Bon Hwa. Perhaps it was because Bon Hwa was the President's son. or simply due to his intimidating presence—whatever the reason, Yi Jun found himself overwhelmed by an aura of authority that made him uneasy. “Who went to the shooting site today?” Yi Jun asked, rifling through a stack of files on his desk as he spoke.“It was Mr. Kim and the new intern,” Yuna replied, pcing additional files on his desk for approval.“Is everything proceeding smoothly?” Yi Jun inquired, meeting Yuna's calm, assuring gaze.“Yes, sir. There have been no issues so far, and they’ve already commenced shooting,” Yuna responded with a serene smile. Nodding in acknowledgment, Yi Jun returned to his files, as he delved into the paperwork, a sudden ring interrupted his focus. He gnced at his phone's screen; it was the marketing head's secretary summoning him to the office. After disconnecting the call, he stood up, a sense of trepidation creeping over him as he made his way to the office down the hall. He knocked on the door. Receiving a prompt acknowledgment to enter, Yi Jun stepped inside, moving through the space where the marketing head, Park Bon Hwa, was absorbed in a stack of documents. Yi Jun hesitated for a second, caught in an uncomfortable silence until Bon Hwa motioned for him to sit down. “Ah, it’s you. We met earlier,” Bon Hwa began, setting aside his papers.“Yes, sir.” Yi Jun replied, feeling a wave of anxiety washing over him.“How is the shooting progressing?” Bon Hwa continued, his tone cold and focused.“It’s going great, sir; it should wrap up by this evening,” Yi Jun responded, his earlier nervousness slightly subsiding.“Good. Have you contacted the modeling company?” Bon Hwa pressed, his eyes steady on Yi Jun.“Yes, sir. They've assured us that they will send over the models' profiles tomorrow,” Yi Jun confirmed, feeling a mix of relief and tension.They continued discussing details about the upcoming fashion show for another fifteen minutes. As soon as the meeting concluded, Yi Jun rose from his chair, anxious to return to the safety of his office. “How long have you been with us, Mr. Park?” Bon Hwa’s sudden question caught Yi Jun off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.“It’s... it will be seven years, sir,” he finally answered, the words echoing with a hint of pride mingled with apprehension.With that, Yi Jun exited the office, maintaining his composure as he closed the door behind him, but the encounter further ignited his unease. Two days ter, the marketing team gathered for a crucial meeting regarding the upcoming fashion show. Yi Jun and his colleagues entered the conference room, which buzzed with anticipation as they found seats among the already assembled members of Team One and other teams. After exchanging greetings, they settled in just before Park Bon Hwa, along with his unfppable secretary, strode into the room, commanding immediate attention. After a brief exchange with Senior Manager Kim Bok Yun, Bon Hwa officially kicked off the meeting. Team One presented their proposal first, followed by Team Two, where Yi Jun stepped up to share their concept. As he articuted their ideas, he noted the dismissive expressions on the faces of Mr. Kim and members of Team One, who seemed determined to counter every point they made.“The two locations you mentioned are far too overpriced. We cannot allow our budget to be drained like that, and frankly, their pn is superior regarding both the runway setup and theme,” Mr. Kim announced, his tone condescending as he directed a frown toward Yi Jun.It was evident that Team One was braced for Mr. Kim’s critique, and Yi Jun steeled himself for the backsh.“And honestly, 90s style? Who even pays attention to that trend these days?” the manager from Team One said mocking them.Yi Jun fought desperately to mask any emotion on his face, striving to maintain his composure. He gnced at Park Bon Hwa for support, but much to his dismay, Bon Hwa had averted his gaze, not giving any importance to Yi Jun. Flustered, Yi Jun blinked rapidly, trying to refocus. “I believe this theme provides a refreshing perspective. I think it would resonate well with our designs—it’s distinctly different,” Park Bon Hwa interjected earnestly, his expression serious, striking a stark contrast to the skepticism in the room.“Sir, but this is set to exceed our budget significantly, particurly with that location,” Mr. Kim reiterated, unrelenting in his opposition.As tension filled the air, Yi Jun fought to stay calm, knowing that Park Bon Hwa's support was crucial if they were to be heard. The meeting continued an intense back-and-forth where the fate of their creative vision hung precariously in the bance.Yi Jun gnced at Park Bon Hwa, but as their eyes met, he instinctively turned away. Bon Hwa's steady gaze caught him off guard, making him flustered. To regain his composure, Yi Jun blinked rapidly, trying to steady the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. “I don’t foresee any issues, Mr. Kim,” Park Bon Hwa stated confidently, a subtle smile pying at the corners of his lips. “Our company has considerable resources at our disposal, and I believe the President will be quite pleased if this show turns out to be a success.” His words deepened the tension in the room, and Mr. Kim, visibly taken aback, felt a surge of pressure and humiliation. Bon Hwa then shifted his attention to Yi Jun and his team, decring, “This project will be entrusted to Mr. Park and his team.” “Thank you, sir. We will put forth our utmost effort,” replied Mr. Kim, an old man with a proud demeanor, who represented Yi Jun's team. A wave of relief washed over Sumi and Yuna, who exchanged gnces filled with unspoken worries and aspirations. As they exited the meeting room half an hour ter, the manager of Team One turned to Yi Jun and offered a cursory “Best of luck.” However, Yi Jun and his team sensed the underlying discontent behind the words; they understood that team one was unhappy with the outcome. Yi Jun's gaze drifted toward the direction of the team heads, only to find Bon Hwa already making his way to the elevator. A profound sense of gratitude emerged within him, prompting a desire to express his appreciation directly to Bon Hwa for the support they received. Yet, his legs felt rooted to the floor, unable to carry him over to express his gratitude.