The elevator dinged and slid open, revealing the sleek expanse of LUNE Entertainment's executive floor. Joon-ho stepped out, adjusting his cufflinks as he took in the familiar space. It had been too long since he'd been here—weeks, maybe more. The clinic kept him busy, the women kept him busy, and somewhere in the chaos of running a massage parlor and managing his growing household, his own entertainment company had slipped to the back of his mind.
The office door was open, light spilling into the hallway. He could hear the rapid-fire tapping of keyboard keys, the occasional mutter, the sound of papers being shuffled. Harin was in her element, buried under work.
"Someone's popular today," he said, leaning against the doorframe.
Harin's fingers froze on the keyboard. She didn't turn at first, just kept her eyes on the screen as if refusing to believe he was actually there. Then she spun around in her chair, eyes narrowing behind her glasses.
