Junyoung hurriedly showered, changed clothes, and started packing a suitcase after sending a quick text to Beomjin:

“I’ll stop by home to grab my things before we meet. I’ll message you.”

Returning to the office after a long absence had left her with an overwhelming pile of work. She had barely glanced at herself in the mirror when the sight of her tired, hollow eyes startled her into action. Now she was seated on the floor of her apartment, catching her breath as she threw items into her luggage.

“Oh, my bag. It’s still in Samdu’s car,” she muttered. “Am I really going to end up riding with him again? There’s no way he would come pick me up himself.”

Her thoughts drifted to Beomjin, and she found herself slumping forward. The image of him standing beside Mihyang at the hotel earlier flashed vividly in her mind.

It wasn’t hard for her to piece together why Mihyang might be meeting with someone like him. As someone privy to Mihyang’s ambitions within the company, Junyoung knew such a meeting wasn’t unusual. Mihyang had a clear need for untraceable funds, and someone like Beomjin, who specialized in handling such things, made perfect sense.

But what does that have to do with me?@@novelbin@@

Even if Mihyang’s coup succeeded and she or Seungwoon gained control of the company, Junyoung doubted her own situation would change. The only difference would be more nuisances to deal with.

She tossed a plain pouch of underwear into her suitcase, her brows furrowing at the sight of the neutral, unembellished items inside.

“Is this really okay?”

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