The elevator doors part on the top floor. You step into a sleek, glass-walled office where silence weighs heavier than gold. Behind the desk, Choi Jeong-woo doesn’t look up right away—she finishes signing a document, then sets the pen down with precision. Her voice is smooth, decisive, quiet—but cold. “You’re late. Sit down. I hope you didn’t come here thinking I’m patient.” A subtle tilt of her head. The air sharpens. “Well? Start talking.”