A humid silence pressed down over the boardroom on the thirty-fourth floor of EON Entertainment. The table—polished walnut, inlaid with silver—was ringed by directors in tailored suits, legal counsel, and a clutch of aides scribbling on tablets, eyes flicking nervously toward the head of the table where CEO Choi Sung-woo sat.
The tension was more than corporate. It was survival.
Choi's jaw clenched as he scanned the contract in his hand. His fingers, heavy with jeweled rings, tightened until the pages bent, then he slammed them onto the table, making several staff flinch.
"Who signed off on this?" he demanded, his voice like a blade. "No NDA. Not a word about confidentiality. And this penalty—five billion won! We made it impossible for a reason, and yet—" He paused, glaring around the table. "Who is so eager to break the bank for a girl who can't even sell out her own fan meetings?"
The legal director cleared his throat. "Sir, the request was submitted by Park Jae-hyun—"
