The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, revealing a woman in a scarlet power suit. Sleek hair, crimson lips, and eyes sharper than glass.
Jin Ae-Ra.
Daughter of the second-largest conglomerate in the country. She didn't walk—she owned the space.
"Seo Hana," she greeted coolly, her voice smooth and laced with something venomous. "The legend herself. I must say, it's quite the fairy tale."
Hana rose from her seat, unbothered. "Fairy tales usually end with queens ruling. Guess I'm on track."
A faint smirk. "Or beheaded."
Mi-Ho stepped forward, but Hana raised a hand—her expression calm.
"Miss Jin," Hana said, tone crisp, "if you came here to intimidate me, I hope you brought more than designer labels."
"Oh, darling," Jin Ae-Ra replied, turning with a laugh. "This is just the handshake before the war."
As she left, Mi-Ho muttered, "That woman smells like lawsuits and poison."
Hana watched her retreating figure. "Let her come. I've survived worse than boardroom battles."