Dayo and Min-Jae's assistant walked out of the office together.
The corridor walk was not long as they quivkly reached their destination. The three selected artists followed behind Dayo and Min-Jae, their steps quieter than usual, their minds loud with thoughts they didn't dare voice yet.
None of them joked.
None of them whispered.
They knew what this was.
Opportunities came often in the industry, but this—this was rare. A moment that didn't come with auditions, favoritism, or noise. A moment that came with precision. With intent.
When they reached the studio wing, Min-Jae's assistant stopped and gave a deep bow.
"This is where I leave you," she said calmly then turned to the artists. "Director Dayo will take it from here."
The words hit harder than expected.
The three artists bowed immediately, deeply.
They knew what this meant the word of the female assistance was the word of Min-Jae.
