INT. KANG CORPORATION – LOBBY – 8:45 AM
It's a typical busy morning.
Employees flood into the sleek marble lobby, crowding around the elevators. Some fidget nervously, others glance at their reflections in the chrome panels.
A digital chime announces the arrival of the executive lift.
CLACK. CLACK. CLACK.
Everyone hears it before they see him.
KANG JUNGHO walks in with his usual cold, god-tier elegance. Today's outfit? A charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt, silk black tie — not a wrinkle in sight. His glasses perfectly in place. Aura? Dangerous.
Beside him, his secretary DAEJIN holds his tablet silently, like a knight beside a prince.
The crowd in front of the lift instinctively parts like the Red Sea.
EMPLOYEE 1 (whispers)
"Oh my god, he looks even more expensive today."
EMPLOYEE 2
"Is that Dior? Or handmade?"
EMPLOYEE 3
"I'd get fired just to hear him say my name once."
Even IM SERI, standing in the crowd, raises an eyebrow… then calmly pretends to step back just like the others.
She even fakes a little gasp and pulls out her phone to look "busy."
SERI (V.O.)
I could break his wrist in under two seconds.
But sure. Let's pretend I'm intimidated by jawlines.
Meanwhile, at the back—
KIM BORA frantically reapplies her lip gloss using her phone reflection.
She tiptoes forward like a cartoon ninja.
KIM BORA (under her breath)
"Today's the day, Kang Jungho. You'll notice this eyeliner if it kills me."
She adjusts her skirt slightly, fluffs her hair, then turns to Seri.
KIM BORA
"You're in my light."
SERI (not even looking)
"There's no light in here, it's a lobby."
DING!
The elevator doors open.
Jungho steps in first. No expression.
Everyone bows their heads a little too dramatically.
DING.
The elevator doors begin to close around CEO KANG JUNGHO and Daejin.
The crowd starts to relax—until—
Jungho raises his hand. The doors halt.
He tilts his head slightly, scanning the floor.
JUNGHO
"Im Seri."
A hush falls.
SERI, mid-step with her phone still up, freezes.
SERI (V.O.)
…Okay. That's new.
What's happening? Did he… see me last night?
All eyes snap to her. Whispers.
EMPLOYEE 1 (whispers)
"Wait, did he just call her?"
EMPLOYEE 2
"Wasn't she just hired?"
KIM BORA does a double take, lips parting in disbelief.
KIM BORA
"W-Wait, her? Why her?"
Seri lowers her phone and takes a cautious step forward.
SERI (V.O.)
Stay cool. You've walked into yakuza traps.
This is just an elevator.
She approaches slowly, chin up, trying to read his face — but he gives her nothing.
Then—
JUNGHO (firmly, to the others)
"Just her."
Kim Bora steps forward, trying to act casual.
KIM BORA
"Oh! I can join too, CEO. I mean, if it's work-related, I could—"
JUNGHO (without turning)
"I said just her."
Bora stops mid-step, stunned.
The elevator crowd behind her eats the drama with their eyes.
EMPLOYEE 3 (whispers)
"That's it. She's doomed. Or promoted."
Seri steps into the elevator.
The doors slide closed.
Jungho stands with his arms folded.
Seri keeps her expression neutral. Her hands behind her back. But her mind?
SERI (V.O.)
He's either confronting me…
Or this is a trap.
Either way… I'm not blinking first.
JUNGHO (flatly, without looking at her)
"Did you finish the task?"
SERI (without hesitation)
"Yes."
JUNGHO (slightly surprised)
"Already?"
SERI (calmly)
"I sent the legal confirmation at 7:30 a.m., and followed up with the analytics team. The report's already in your inbox."
Daejin quietly glances down at his tablet, checking.
He raises an eyebrow.
DAEJIN
"…She's right. Everything's cleared."
Jungho says nothing, but a subtle movement — the slight lift of his chin — suggests approval.
Then a pause.
JUNGHO (finally turns his head slightly)
"You work fast."
SERI (cool)
"You asked for it fast."
SERI (V.O.)
There. Now you owe me exactly zero expressions.
The elevator doors open.
Jungho steps out, walking with silent authority.
Seri follows behind him, composed as ever.
JUNGHO (without turning)
"I reviewed the report. It was clean. Efficient."
SERI
"I was told to deliver results, not noise."
JUNGHO
"Most people make noise first. You didn't."
A pause. He seems to be studying her without looking.
JUNGHO
"You don't seem bothered by pressure."
SERI (simply)
"Pressure's easy. It's trust that's complicated."
He slows his pace — just enough.
SERI (matter-of-fact)
"You lead like someone who's used to fixing everything alone.
Not because you enjoy it… but because you don't trust anyone not to mess it up."
Jungho stops.
Turns halfway. Looks at her. Something flickers in his eyes.
JUNGHO
"Excuse me?"
Seri doesn't backpedal.
SERI
"Just an observation. From someone who used to work with men like you."
A pause.
She's about to walk past him—
But then, absentmindedly:
SERI
"Anyway, your girlfriend might disagree…"
Jungho freezes.
JUNGHO (coldly)
"What?"
Seri blinks. Oh no.
SERI (quick save)
"GirlfriendS. Plural. The rumors fly faster than elevator doors here, sir.
I'm just trying to keep up with the office fiction section."
She gives a straight face. Maybe even a fake little smile.
SERI (dryly)
"Didn't realize this place ran on K-drama scripts."
Jungho stares, eyes narrowing, trying to read through her.
But she stays perfectly still. Innocent. Too innocent.
A tense beat.
JUNGHO
"…Return to work."
He walks off, his face unreadable — but his mind clearly not.
He walks toward his desk — smooth, controlled steps — but his eyes aren't focused.
He sets down the file he was holding. Doesn't open it.
Instead, he slowly pulls off his glasses — the custom ones that suppress everything — and sets them down beside his monitor.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Girlfriend.
He frowns, just slightly.
Replays the moment in his head.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
She said it casually. But not carelessly.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Did she hear something last night?
Or was it just a guess?
He sits back in his chair, fingers tapping the armrest.
Then he leans forward.
Clicks on his screen — pulls up Seri's file.
Basic HR info. Nothing special.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Too clean. Too normal. No one this efficient is this quiet.
A pause. Then—
JUNGHO (softly, to himself)
"Who are you… Im Seri?"
He leans back, but now the doubt is set.
The man who never doubts anyone but himself now has a new target.
And he doesn't like not knowing.
INT. BROADCAST STATION – HAIR & MAKEUP ROOM – MORNING
Hanna sits in front of a brightly lit mirror.
Stylists flutter around her — powdering her face, fixing her hair, adjusting her mic.
She's effortlessly stunning.
A flawless red dress. Her signature earrings. That cool, untouchable smile.
But her eyes? Distant. Thinking.
STYLIST
"You look extra gorgeous today, unnie."
HANNA (smiles softly)
"I always do."
Everyone laughs — but her eyes remain fixed on her own reflection.
Stylists buzz around her — curling her hair, adjusting her collar — while she casually scrolls through her phone.
Then suddenly… her fingers stop.
ON SCREEN:
[ENTERTAINMENT BUZZ]
"Chemistry On and Off Set? Actor Lee Ryun & Shin Yura Spark Dating Rumors!"
Her expression shifts — barely — but it's enough.
She stares at the headline, then zooms in on the photo:
Lee Ryun smiling, relaxed, head bent close to Shin Yura.
Coffee cups in hand. Intimate.
HANNA (coolly, without looking up)
"Have you seen this?"
STYLIST
"Ah! That rumor's everywhere this morning."
"They do look cute together, don't they?"
HANNA
"Lee Ryun's cute with everyone… for two weeks."
STYLIST (hesitates)
"Well… he and Shin Yura have been really close on set lately.
People say she even waits for him after his scenes."
Hanna doesn't respond immediately.
She just stares at the photo — cold, unreadable.
Then she locks her phone.
Unlocks it again. Starts typing.
TEXT TO: LEE RYUN
"We need to talk."
She sends it. Calm.
Sets the phone down.
STYLIST
"Unnie, lip color?"
HANNA (lightly, as she stares at her reflection)
"Let's keep it neutral today.
I'm already saying too much."
The stylist nods, unaware of the tension brewing inside her.
Hanna smiles faintly… but her eyes are steel.
INT. KANG CORPORATION – MAIN LOBBY – EVENING
The lobby glows with warm light.
Most staff have gone, but a few remain — chatting, scrolling phones.
IM SERI walks toward the exit.
Tailored blazer. Pencil skirt. Tablet in hand. Calm as always.
Suddenly—
WOMAN (O.S.)
"Help! My bag!"
A man in dark clothes tries to snatch a bag from a junior employee.
Security fumbles. People scream.
Seri doesn't hesitate.
She drops her tablet, kicks off her heels—
and runs.
One staffer — a curious intern — immediately starts filming on their phone.
FIGHT SCENE (SHORT, CLEAN)
Seri elbows the thief in the side.
Twists his arm and sweeps his legs out.
He falls hard with a thud, stunned and moaning.
She presses her knee to his back — controlling him with minimal force. Calm. Efficient.
SERI (to security)
"You might want to cuff him before he wakes up angry."
She stands, adjusts her cuffs.
The girl takes her bag, teary-eyed and grateful.
Applause rises.
The intern still recording grins at their phone—
Until Seri walks straight to them.
SERI (smiling)
"Thank you for trying to make me go viral."
She gently plucks the phone from his hand before he can react.
With lightning speed:
She deletes the video.
Finds the backup. Deletes that too.
Then hands the phone back.
SERI (soft but firm)
"Let's keep this moment between us. Deal?"
The intern gulps and nods.
Seri slips her heels back on like nothing happened and walks toward the elevator.
From the side entrance, someone watches her.
ANGLE: KANG JUNHO
He had just stepped through the side entrance, briefcase in hand.
He stops mid-step.
His eyes widen as he watches Im Seri — in heels and a blazer — take down a full-grown man like it's nothing.
And then, calmly, she deletes the video footage from an intern's phone like she's done it before.
He stands there. Frozen.
Speechless.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
She kicked his ass…
In heels?
A beat.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
That wasn't luck. That was muscle memory.
He narrows his eyes, still processing.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Who the hell are you, Im Seri?
Because no way in hell you're just a PR fixer.
His jaw clenches slightly.
His gaze follows her — now calmly walking into the elevator like nothing happened.
FADE OUT.