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[Morning – Outside Fujiwara Multimedia Building]
Yume walks briskly toward the entrance, coffee in hand. As she approaches the door, she notices a tall man standing calmly near the glass, checking the time. Their eyes meet.
Fushiguro (with a nod):
"Morning."
Yume (polite, composed):
"Good morning. First day?"
Fushiguro:
"Yeah. Figured I'd be early. Didn't want to make a bad impression."
Yume (slight smile):
"Smart choice. The editor-in-chief values punctuality almost as much as results."
Fushiguro:
"Noted. You work here?"
Yume:
" Writing department.... You???."
Fushiguro (smirks faintly):
"Then I guess we're competitor, marketing"
Yume (blinks):
"You're the new intern?"
Fushiguro:
"Fushiguro. And you?"
Yume (after a beat):
"Yume. Come on. I'll show you up."
They step inside. The elevator begins its slow, smooth ascent.
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[Inside the Elevator — Dialogue in silence]
Yume's thoughts:
Fushiguro Ren. Mr. Jin mentioned him yesterday. Marketing intern. No background info. No ties. He doesn't talk much... but he watches everything. I don't like being watched. Or maybe… I'm just not used to being seen.
Fushiguro's thoughts:
She's even quieter in person. Controlled, precise. Her presence is calm, but her eyes are calculating. So this is Yume. The intern everyone keeps talking about in whispers. I wonder if she knows who I really am.
Yume (glancing sideways):
"You don't seem nervous."
Fushiguro (shrugging slightly):
"Should I be?"
Yume (small smile):
"Depends on how much you value peace of mind."
Fushiguro's thoughts:
She's sharp. There's a trace of playfulness in her voice, but it's layered under armor. She's testing me. Or teasing me? Either way… this isn't the usual intern.
Yume's thoughts:
He's composed. Most new interns can't stand silence, but he welcomes it. That's not normal. That's... trained. Who trained you, Fushiguro? And why are you here really?
Fushiguro (after a pause):
"First days are... quiet observation. Listening before speaking."
Yume (a beat, then with a half-smile):
"Careful. In this building, if you listen too closely, you might hear more than you want to."
Fushiguro's thoughts:
Is that a warning… or an invitation?
Yume's thoughts:
You're not here just to "learn." You've already done your homework. That name of yours might be fake… but your eyes? They've seen more than any intern should.
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[Ding.]
The elevator stops. The doors glide open. They step out.
Yume (walking forward calmly):
"Come on, Fushiguro. Let's see how long you survive."
Fushiguro (following her, quietly):
"I don't intend to just survive."
Yume (without turning):
"Good. Neither do I."
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[Moments Later – Inside Mr. Jin's Office]
Yume knocks lightly before opening the door. Mr. Jin looks up from his paperwork.
Mr. Jin (smiling):
"Ah, just the two I wanted to see."
Yume:
"I met him downstairs."
Mr. Jin:
"Perfect timing. Fushiguro, welcome. We keep things sharp here, but I think you'll adapt just fine."
Fushiguro (calmly):
"I'm ready to get started."
Mr. Jin (to Yume):
"I'd like you to show him around and guide him on the campaign work. Keep an eye on how he settles."
Yume (nods):
"Understood."
Mr. Jin (to Fushiguro):
"Stay observant. You'll learn more by listening than speaking here — at least for now."
Fushiguro (slightly amused):
"I'll do my best."
Mr Jin( to fushiguru):
"That's good"
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[Fujiwara Multimedia – Mr. Jin's Office]
Yume finishes briefing Fushiguro about the layout of the department. Mr. Jin, seated at his desk, watches them both with a faint smile. His tone is calm but decisive.
Mr. Jin (to Yume):
"Thank you, Yume. I'll handle the rest from here. You may return to your tasks."
Yume (with a light nod):
"Understood. Please let me know if there's anything else you need from me."
She offers a last polite glance to Fushiguro, who gives a respectful nod back. Then, composed and professional, Yume turns and exits the office. The door clicks softly shut behind.
after Yume leaves the office, with a long, emotionally warm and humor-filled private conversation between Fushiguro Ren and Mr. Jin, reflecting their unique bond: Ren treats him like family, while Mr. Jin remains comically formal and loyal to the Fujiwara legacy.
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[Fujiwara Multimedia – Mr. Jin's Office, after Yume exits]
The door closes gently behind Yume. The office is quiet for a beat.
Fushiguro (grinning, loosening his tie slightly):
"Whew. You kept a straight face pretty well, Uncle Jin."
Mr. Jin (shooting him a glare over his glasses):
"Fushiguro . We are at work. Not your grandfather's garden party."
Ren (chuckling, plopping into the chair across from him):
"Oh come on. I didn't call you 'Uncle Jin' in front of her, did I? I played my role, didn't I? New intern. Very humble. Very obedient."
Mr. Jin (sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose):
"You strolled in here looking like you just stepped off the cover of a CEO lifestyle magazine. At least untuck that attitude for a bit."
Ren (mock insulted):
"Wow. Harsh. Is this how you treat the future heir of the Fujiwara Group?"
Mr. Jin (dryly):
"If you ever say that out loud again in this building, I will personally 'intern' you in the copy room for a week. I don't care whose heir you are."
Ren (laughs):
"Deal. But you'd miss me too much. Who else will brighten up your day with my charming presence?"
Mr. Jin (deadpan):
"I was happier before you arrived."
Ren:
"No, you weren't. You've been bored out of your mind without me."
Mr. Jin (smirks despite himself):
"Maybe. But now I have to worry about keeping your identity under wraps and protecting your dignity when you inevitably spill coffee on the printer or charm half the department."
Ren (leans back, hands behind his head):
"Relax. I'm not here to flirt. I'm here to observe. Blend in. Understand how this place really works from the ground up."
Mr. Jin (raising a brow):
"You? Blend in? You're about as subtle as a black card in a vending machine."
Ren (grinning):
"Well, you're the one who agreed to this little undercover internship."
Mr. Jin (sighs again, but softer this time):
"Because your father insisted. Said you want to learn the business with dirt on your shoes. No shortcuts."
Ren (nods, more serious):
"I agree with him. That's why I'm here. No special treatment. Just let me earn it."
There's a beat of silence. Mr. Jin studies him closely, then leans back with a rare, almost fond expression.
Mr. Jin:
"You've grown up. You used to sneak into this office to steal candy from my drawer."
Ren (grins):
"I still would, if I knew which drawer it was now."
Mr. Jin (waves a hand):
"Third one down. But I locked it."
Ren:
"You never trusted me."
Mr. Jin:
"Not as far as I can throw you. But I respect you. And I promised your family I'd watch your back."
Ren (softly):
"Thank you. Really."
Another quiet moment. Then:
Ren:
"Hey. That Yume girl… she's sharp."
Mr. Jin (nods):
"One of our best. Observant. Dedicated. But she keeps to herself."
Ren (leaning forward):
"Don't worry. I'm not here to cause trouble."
Mr. Jin (dry):
"That's exactly what people say before they cause trouble."
Ren:
"I'll behave. Scout's honor."
Mr. Jin:
"You were never a scout."
Ren (stands up, adjusting his sleeves):
"True. I was too busy learning how to make billion-yen decisions."
Mr. Jin:
"Then make one now. Go do some actual work."
Ren (mock salute):
"Yes, sir."
He starts toward the door, then pauses and looks back.
Ren (teasing):
"Uncle Jin… you sure you don't want to introduce me as your favorite godson next time?"
Mr. Jin (picking up a file):
"I will introduce you as 'intern number five' if you don't leave right now."
Ren (laughs as he exits):
"Love you too."
Mr. Jin (to himself):
"God help me, this boy's going to change everything."
Door closes behind him. Mr. Jin shakes his head with a sigh and a small smile. Then Suddenly mr jin called " fushiguru, wait"
[Fujiwara Multimedia – Mr. Jin's Office]
Just as Ren finishes teasing Mr. Jin about his "future boss status," there's a buzz on the intercom.
Mr. Jin (pressing the button):
"Yes?"
Receptionist (through the speaker):
"Department Head Kai is here."
Mr. Jin (to Ren, with mock warning):
"Now behave. This one's a handful."
Ren (grinning):
"I think I'll like him already."
The door bursts open — quite literally — and in walks Kai. Late 30s, dressed in a pastel suit with a wildly patterned tie, hair styled like he woke up in a magazine shoot and loved it. He swings the door dramatically and places one hand on his hip.
Kai:
"You called, Bossman Jin? Or is this an intervention about my coffee intake again?"
Mr. Jin (dryly):
"Not yet. But we're getting there. Kai, this is Fushiguro. He's joining your team as an intern."
Kai (pauses, eyes scanning Ren top to bottom):
"…Intern? Are you sure? He looks like someone who came to audit our books or buy the company."
Ren (casually):
"Maybe I'm doing both. You never know."
Mr. Jin stifles a chuckle. Kai dramatically places his hand over his chest.
Kai:
"Oh-ho! Sharp tongue, nice watch, and that deadpan delivery — you are going to be trouble."
Mr. Jin (to Kai):
"Take him under your wing. And try not to break him."
Kai:
"I make no promises. But fine, come along, Fushiguro. Let's show you how the chaotic side of Fujiwara works."
Fushiguru (getting up, smirking):
"Lead the way, Kai-senpai."
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[Hallway – On the way to Marketing Department]
Kai (walking ahead, talking fast):
"So here's the deal — the Marketing team is one-third caffeine, one-third panic, and one-third improvisation. You'll fit right in if you can fake all three."
Ren (deadpan):
"I'm already panicking. That's one-third covered."
Kai (grinning):
"Perfect! We'll make a marketer out of you yet."
They reach the elevator.
Kai:
"By the way, I hope you're not one of those silent, brooding types. The last intern didn't speak for a week. We thought he was a spy."
Ren:
"I'm only a spy part-time. My full-time job is quietly judging people's fonts."
Kai:
"…Oh you are evil. I like it."
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[Inside the Elevator]
They stand side by side. Kai looks sideways at Ren.
Kai:
"So, where'd they dig you up from anyway? You don't scream 'fresh-faced intern.' More like 'CEO in disguise.'"
Ren (innocently):
"Maybe I just moisturize well."
Kai:
"Lies. That's the bone structure of someone who never had to beg for Wi-Fi."
Ren:
"And you look like someone who fights IT support daily."
Kai (gasps):
"Touché! You will survive here."
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[Marketing Floor – Arrival]
The elevator dings. The floor is lively — people with coffee cups, posters, color boards, and screens filled with campaign mockups.
Kai (with jazz hands):
"Welcome to the jungle, kid. If you're still alive by Friday, I'll buy you a donut."
Fushiguru:
"Survival by pastry. Got it."
As they walk toward Kai's desk, a few employees glance at the new face — curious but not too obvious. Kai leans in, lowering his voice.
Kai:
"Oh and by the way — if anyone asks, we totally met at a yoga retreat in Bali. Keeps the mystery alive."
Fushiguru:
"Bali? Please. You strike me more like a hot springs karaoke bar type."
Kai (snaps fingers):
"Exactly! See? You get me."
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[Fujiwara Multimedia – Cafeteria | Lunchtime]
The cafeteria buzzes with energy. Sleek tables, a gourmet buffet line, and small groups of creatives gathered in clusters.
At a window-side table, the Marketing Department has claimed their usual spot. Fushiguro Ren is seated with Kai (Marketing Head), Nao (a stylish copy strategist), Minato (the youngest, enthusiastic assistant), and Reina (brand researcher with a sharp tongue). Trays of food are in front of them.
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Kai (dramatically stabbing his fork into salad):
"Another day, another soul drained by PowerPoint."
Minato (snorting):
"Speak for yourself. You spent half the meeting drawing cats on the whiteboard."
Kai (shrugging):
"Art heals, Minato. Art heals."
Reina (smirking):
"At least we don't have it as bad as the Writing Department. Did you see them this morning? Half of them looked like they hadn't slept in days."
Nao (picking at her soba):
"I passed by their floor. Heard some editor mumbling something like 'Chapter 38 rewrites again?' I felt a chill down my spine."
Minato:
"They're always whispering dramatic lines like 'The characters didn't cooperate today.' What does that even mean?"
Kai:
"It means caffeine and deadlines are fighting a civil war in that department."
Reina:
"And then there's that one intern girl. Yume, right? Always so composed. She walks like she's in her own drama series."
Ren, who has been quietly sipping his coffee, raises an eyebrow just slightly at the mention.
Nao:
"She's got that ice-princess vibe. Always polite. Always efficient. Doesn't even flinch when Jin gets strict."
Kai (with mock awe):
"She's terrifying in the best way. Like a character who secretly owns the company."
Minato (laughing):
"Maybe she does! She never talks much about herself…"
They all laugh, except Ren — who hides a small smirk behind his coffee.
Kai (noticing):
"What about you, Fushiguro? You've been silent. I expected more sass from our new mystery man."
Ren (calmly):
"Just listening. You all seem to have the office dynamics... thoroughly dissected."
Reina (teasing):
"Careful. Listen too much and you'll get pulled into our gossip vortex."
Ren (dry):
"Too late. I'm already mentally rating all of your lunch choices."
Nao (pointing her chopsticks):
"Okay but seriously, tell us. First impressions — what do you think of the Writing Team?"
Ren (pauses, casually):
"Hardworking. Intense. Mysterious."
He glances briefly through the glass at the editorial floor below.
Ren (continued):
"Especially that intern — Yume, was it? She gives off the vibe of someone who doesn't waste words."
Kai (grinning):
"And yet everyone talks about her. That's how you know she's got presence."
Minato:
"I heard Mr. Jin personally recruited her. That's rare, right?"
Reina:
"Very. Either she's super talented… or related to someone scary."
Another burst of laughter around the table.
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Kai (leaning back):
"Anyway, tomorrow we're having a joint campaign planning meeting with the Writing Team."
Minato:
"Wait, really?"
Kai:
"Yep. Jin's orders. So try not to look like gremlins, okay?"
Reina (grinning at Fushiguro):
"Your first inter-department crossover. Brace yourself."
Ren (coolly):
"I'm ready."
Kai (with a smirk):
"Famous last words."
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As the group continues laughing and chatting, the camera metaphorically pulls away from the table, with Ren looking down into his coffee, thoughtful for a brief moment.
Yume's name lingers in the air — and though no one notices, his smirk deepens just a little.