"Ms. Kang."
Jihoon's voice was flat.
Professional.
Distant.
"Jihoon," she acknowledged.
Brief.
Cold.
He glanced at Haejin.
Then back to her.
"The choreography team needs you downstairs. Manager Park said it's urgent."
Jiwon blinked.
"The choreography team?"
"Yes. Something about documentation for the new routine. They said you'd know what they meant."
She hesitated.
Looked between Jihoon and Haejin.
"I wasn't informed—"
"I'm just delivering the message. Conference room C."
He stepped aside.
Making room for her to pass.
She adjusted her tablet.
"Fine. I'll head down now."
She walked toward the stairwell.
Again avoiding the elevator.
Jihoon watched her disappear.
Waited.
Silent.
Then turned to Haejin.
Gave a slight bow.
Respectful.
"Sorry for the interruption, sunbaenim."
"It's fine."
Jihoon headed back to the elevator.
Pressed the button.
Doors opened.
He stepped inside.
Gone.
The whole exchange took maybe forty seconds.
