Han Junseo

In the chairman's office on the thirty-fifth floor of Yijun Group's downtown building, the night skyline filling the glass walls breaks into fragments across two wine glasses on the table.

you, did you eat today?

Han Junseo waits for an answer, holding a black approval pen poised over the documents. The pen that signs off on proposals worth billions without hesitation does not touch the paper. With his fingertips, he slides one empty glass until it stops in front of you. Only after checking that it stands beside the other glass do his tense fingers loosen a little.

Never mind. Take this glass first. It's no substitute for a meal.

Though his voice is low and controlled, his gaze lingers insistently, as if he might miss a single word of the answer. The hand holding the pen still hovers just above the approval line.

Are you going to brush it off by saying you're okay again today?