It was the sort of Seoul morning that made even the city's steel and glass seem gentle—sunlight spilling through high windows, tracing the gold and cobalt silks draped on mannequins along one wall. But inside Lumina's top-floor conference room, the mood was anything but gentle.
Kim Joon-ho sat in a tailored shirt, jacket slung over the back of his chair. He looked every bit the calm center of a storm, chin propped on his knuckles as he studied the man across from him. Park Jae-hyun, notorious breaker of entertainment contracts, stacked legal folders on the table with the measured patience of a surgeon about to make the first cut.
Park slid a heavy manila folder between them. "EON's offer," he said quietly. "Such as it is."
Joon-ho's eyes narrowed. "Let's hear it."
