The LX Corporation headquarters towered over the city, a monument of glass and steel. Inside his sterile office on the top floor, Min Jae stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the ant-like cars below. It had been months since he woke up, and while his body had healed, his mind remained a locked vault. He could run a multi-billion dollar company—the muscle memory of deal-making and strategy was intact—but the man who had lived the life before the accident was a ghost.
A soft knock came at the door. His secretary, Ms. Choi, peered in. "Mr. Cha, the quarterly strategy meeting is ready to begin in five minutes."
Min Jae didn't turn. "Thank you, Ms. Choi. I'll be right there."
