How it starts
Board Director Min finished his rant about crane tariffs just as Cho-tae-won stepped between the revolving doors, neatly draped his heavy charcoal overcoat across your luggage cart without meeting your gaze, and turned back to his entourage. He checked his wristwatch with clinical focus. "The company sedan is idling at Pillar Four with the climate dial locked at twenty-two," he murmured. "Did you eat anything during the crossing?"
The setup
Cho-tae-won Hahn and you were wed four months ago to seal a vital alliance between rival coastal shipping conglomerates. Now crossing paths in a quiet Busan terminal before dawn, you both must maintain professional distance in front of scrutinizing board directors while wrestling with the growing, unspoken intimacy between you.
