Yura found her eventually.
Of course she did.
"Soorin! There you are."
Fake sweet voice.
Soorin turned.
"Miss Yura. Congratulations on the film."
"Thank you! Isn't it exciting?"
"Very."
"I wanted to thank you. For yesterday."
"Thank me?"
"For leaving so quickly. It was very professional."
The words were barbs.
Disguised as compliments.
"I was just doing my job."
"Of course. Your job. That's all it is, right?"
"Right."
Yura smiled.
Sharp. Predatory.
"Good. Because for a moment, I thought maybe you'd forgotten your place."
"My place?"
"You're staff. He's talent. There's a line."
"I'm aware."
"Are you? Because that photo suggests otherwise."
Soorin's hands clenched.
"That photo was taken out of context."
"Was it? Because it looked pretty clear to me."
"Believe what you want."
"Oh, I will. And so will everyone else."
She leaned closer.
Whispered.
"Stay away from him. Or I'll make your life hell."
"You already tried that."
"That was nothing. Trust me."
