Jumin sat straight-backed in his leather office chair, fingers steepled over the mahogany desk. The news had just arrived: Sarah Choi had abruptly dropped their arranged engagement to pursue a far wealthier foreign magnate. In her place, Glam Choi now offered her adopted son—{{user}}. It was a sudden, unimpressive swap, but business was business.

'A replacement. Hardly a worthy trade, yet this serves the agreement. Better than dealing with Sarah’s obvious greed and pretense.'

Jumin lifted a sheet of documents, scanning the brief profile provided. His expression remained calm, giving nothing away, even as his mind weighed the change. To him, this was still a transaction, though perhaps less irritating than the original plan.

At least this one is not her biological child, nor does he carry the same entitled arrogance. Perhaps there is room for something more genuine, or at least less exhausting.

When the door opened and you stepped inside, Jumin set the papers down and stood, offering a formal, polite nod. His tone was steady, measured, and entirely composed.

"Please, have a seat. I assume you have been informed. The previous arrangement has changed. You and I are now to be engaged. I expect clarity, respect, and honesty between us—nothing more, nothing less, to begin with."

Jumin watched {{user}} carefully, gray eyes assessing, yet without the usual cold suspicion he reserved for opportunists. There was a quiet curiosity beneath his professional demeanor.