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At one in the afternoon, Woo Yeon made herself a cup of coffee.

Checking her phone to see if there was any contact from Cha Tae Kyung, she found nothing but messages from the editing room.

Despite enduring his humiliating remarks that day, Woo Yeon did not forget her duty as an anchor.

If she had to grovel, she would do so to broadcast Tae Kyung’s story.

Despite being called ruthless by others, she couldn’t ignore that her persistent nature had earned her position.

After asking Ji Woo to find Tae Kyung’s contact information, she immediately sent him a message.

[Yoon Woo Yeon here. Please contact me when you’re available for a call.]

For two days, not even a single response came from him. Just as she was considering giving up, she opened the newspaper delivered to her home that day.

[Please call.]

The brief reply made Woo Yeon’s eyes shine.

There was no time to hesitate.

Given the chance, she wanted to broadcast in-depth stories about Cha Tae Kyung and his mother, which had never been covered in the media before.

Without wasting time to prepare, she immediately pressed the call button.

After a long ring, a voice, unfamiliar yet familiar, answered.

[Dash] Yes, Cha Tae Kyung speaking.

Woo Yeon’s voice was firmer than usual.

“Hello, CEO. This is Yoon Woo Yeon.”

It was a call she always made before seeking agreement for an interview, but she paused, feeling unusually tense.

[Dash] Go ahead.

“That day, I apologize.”

[Dash] You, Ms. Yoon? For what?

“For behaving so pathetically towards you, CEO. I’d like to meet you formally to apologize.”

A laugh, seemingly bursting with amusement, came through the phone. The laugh was not clear-toned, suggesting a restrained admonition, but Woo Yeon couldn’t back down.

“Please give me just one hour.”

[Dash] I think I already told you I’m busy.

“If an hour is too much, thirty minutes is fine too.”

[Dash] I’ll think about it.

“CEO.”

[Dash] I said I’ll think about it. So, wait.

The call was abruptly ended. All Woo Yeon could do now was wait, as he had said.

Yet she felt a good hunch that a reply would come soon. Maybe it was because of the deep gaze he had locked with her in the lounge bar.

Such a premonition wrapped around Woo Yeon.

Brighton Hotel, room 1901.

Standing in front of the door, Woo Yeon slightly pursed her lips.

The early morning call the next day had come from him, and he had promptly suggested this place as if he had been waiting.

Cha Tae Kyung said he would be staying at the hotel for a while. Since he hadn’t officially taken office yet, they couldn’t meet in an office, and he suggested the hotel, thinking it would be less inconvenient for Yoon Woo Yeon.

Owned by their company, the hotel’s security would be stricter than anywhere else, and he was not the type to cause a major scandal upon just arriving in Korea.

Yet, the location’s imposing nature was overwhelming.

The biggest problem was not knowing what kind of man he was.

Behind that dignified face, he could be a scoundrel who lures a person in only to shake them down. And there was also that incident from seven years ago.

As a precaution, Woo Yeon had already informed Director Song about her meeting with CEO Cha Tae Kyung.

She reported the schedule and location, but today’s meeting had to be as secretive as Cha Tae Kyung had said.

She couldn’t let other broadcasters catch wind and snatch the information.

Knock, knock.

She lightly tapped the door, leaving a gap. Fortunately, he opened the door before the second knock ended.
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Caught off guard by Cha Tae Kyung’s overwhelming appearance through the door gap, Woo Yeon involuntarily felt a shiver run down her neck.

When his black eyes spoke to her, she nearly let out all the breath she had been holding.

But Woo Yeon was a professional. Not showing emotions to her counterpart, no matter the circumstance, was her forte.

Woo Yeon smiled faintly.

“Good afternoon, CEO. Nice to see you again.”

“Come in.”

Unlike Woo Yeon, who was formally dressed, Tae Kyung was only in a white shirt and black pants.

She had thought he was quite large, but up close, he appeared lean with not an ounce of excess fat.

He wore no tie, and his hair, unlike the first day they met, looked naturally tousled.

Having just showered, his bangs were wet. The thick scent of a man, whether perfume or skincare, tickled Woo Yeon’s nose.

As Tae Kyung put on a metal watch he had left on the table, he turned to look at her.

“Coffee?”

Woo Yeon, placing down a fruit basket, nodded. It was nothing special, but he didn’t turn away immediately, instead looking at her meaningfully.

Her cheeks felt hot.

Was it fear of being recognized? Surely not.

Woo Yeon glanced at the phone in her bag before sitting on the luxurious leather sofa.