The elevator doors slid open, and LUNE's familiar neon glow spilled over Mirae and Joon-ho. The city outside was all glass and blinding daylight, but inside—inside, it was deadline chaos. Harin was at her desk, sleeves rolled up, hair in a messy bun, surrounded by paper cups and three screens streaming urgent emails and edited cuts. She looked up, eyes sharp and so tired they were almost glowing.
"Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence." Harin's mouth curled into a smirk. "How was the luxury vacation, Miss Main Actress? Must've been hard work getting railed all over Jeju."
Mirae answered with a lazy, obscene little grin. She didn't even blink. "Don't be jealous, unni. Maybe if you worked less, you could get someone to bite you here—" She yanked her skirt up just enough to flash the deep violet mark right at the crease of her thigh, close enough to her damp panties that even Joon-ho's ears went pink.
