A long pause.
Then: "Yes. I'm committed, sir."
"Good. I'll have PR send over the schedule. We start tomorrow night."
The call ended.
The screen went black.
Yura turned to Haejin.
Reached across. Touched his hand.
"I know this is hard, oppa. But we have to think about the bigger picture."
He pulled his hand away.
"I know."
"Do you? Because sometimes I wonder if you actually understand what's at stake."
"I said I know."
"Then act like it. Tomorrow night, you need to sell it. Really sell it."
"I will."
She stood.
Smoothed her dress.
"Good. I'll see you at dinner. Wear something nice."
She left.
Manager Park looked at Haejin.
"You okay?"
"Fine."
"You don't look fine."
"I said I'm fine."
Haejin stood.
Walked out without another word.
★☆★☆★☆
The next night, Haejin found himself at Picasso.
An upscale French restaurant in the Bellagio.
Yura across from him.
Looking stunning in a designer dress.
Hair perfect. Makeup flawless.
Playing the role beautifully.
