Ji-hye stood by the security turnstiles of the SBC, her damp clothes clinging to her skin. She felt small under the high ceilings, clutching her laptop bag like a life preserver.
"Ji-hye!"
A woman with short, sharp-cut hair and a lanyard that bounced against her blazer hurried toward her. Song Min-hee didn't look like a mentor right now; she looked like a general heading into a breach. She grabbed Ji-hye by the shoulders, her eyes scanning her from head to toe.
"Are you okay? You look like you crawled out of a river," Min-hee said, her voice dropping to a low, urgent hum.
"I'm fine, unnie. Just... I have it. I have everything," Ji-hye whispered.
Min-hee didn't waste time with small talk. She swiped her badge and pulled Ji-hye through the gates, leading her toward a private editing suite on the fourth floor. The room was cramped, filled with monitors and the low drone of cooling fans.
"Show me," Min-hee commanded.
