“Director Song, can you recognize her? Is this Yun Se-kyung in the scene?”
“No. Even if it’s covered like this, how would I recognize anything?”
With a photo between them, Director Song and Manager Kang were exchanging thoughts. The picture on the tablet was the one Director Song had shown Se-kyung earlier, taken in front of that restaurant.
“Even if you say it’s not Se-kyung, you won’t believe it, right?”
“Asking if this man is the one dating Se-kyung, that statement won’t hold up from the start.”
“Well, if he already figured out that this person is Se-kyung, he might have followed her from home.”
Having reached a temporary conclusion, Manager Kang turned to Tae-jo.
“You didn’t know?”
“…….”
When Tae-jo affirmed with a non-verbal response, Manager Kang grinned.
“A dull bear is here too.”
“More importantly, what do we do? We were planning to distribute the press release tomorrow. If the media breaks the news first…”
Worried, Director Song asked. Manager Kang, with clenched fists, hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“We have no choice. We’ll have to compromise with the journalist who sent this picture. If they insist on writing the article, ask them to open it tomorrow morning. Then we’ll release our official statement. Director Song, do you have the contact information for this journalist?”
“Yes. Here.”
Director Song handed a post-it note with contact details and an email address to Manager Kang.
“I’ll contact this journalist. I hope your personal information doesn’t get revealed too soon. Don’t worry about it. For now, you put in the effort.”
“Alright. Instead, I’ll make sure to collect my due later. Oh, Se-kyung, did you confirm the press release we’re submitting tomorrow?”
“Yes, I saw it.”
“Director Song asked me to write a handwritten letter. What about that?”
“I wrote it. Still working on some edits, though.”
“When you finish, send it to Director Song. We’ll post it on social media later.”
Se-kyung nodded. Manager Kang, who had risen from his seat, shook the post-it note attached to his fingertip and asked Tae-jo.
“When are you leaving work?”
“About to leave. Se-kyung is here too.”
“Then go ahead. After contacting the journalist, I’ll call separately. Se-kyung, be careful too.”
Shaking hands, Manager Kang left Tae-jo’s office. Director Song, who had gathered her belongings, also said goodbye and followed Manager Kang.
In the office, with only the two of them left, Tae-jo looked down at his wristwatch.
“Shall we go out too?”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Since there’s nothing else to do separately. We can review Director Ji’s script later.”
Tae-jo, who had stood up, took out a jacket hanging on the coat rack. Glancing through Director Ji’s script, Se-kyung asked him.
“When does filming for this work begin? Even if I like the script, it won’t work if the timing isn’t right.”
“Still in the midst of editing the script. Once the set is prepared and casting is done… at the earliest, maybe early next year? Or it could take longer.”
“Then I might not be able to do it. After giving birth to Anggu, postpartum recovery might make the preparation time a bit tight.”
Se-kyung pouted as if disappointed. Tae-jo took the script she was holding, grabbing Se-kyung’s hand.
“Let’s think about the schedule later. There’s nothing confirmed yet, so there’s no need to be disappointed already.”
“Okay. Right now, just the thought of greeting Anggu’s prenatal education and Representative… No, Mr. Tae-jo’s family is overwhelming.”
Se-kyung sighed with determination, then exhaled. The two who left the office greeted Secretary Kim and walked toward the elevator.
“But what about greeting Mr. Tae-jo’s parents? When is a good date? What should I buy for a gift? What do the family members like?”
“There’s no need to prepare a gift. I haven’t given anything to your mother either.”
“Still…”
Se-kyung, whose words trailed off, stopped abruptly, looking at the employees coming out of the opposite office. She belatedly lowered her gaze after seeing people looking at her. Tae-jo was holding her hand tightly.
“Is it time to leave?”
“Yes? Yes.”
Still staring at the hands of the two, the employees responded with surprised faces. Se-kyung, not knowing how to react, just pursed her awkward lips.
As Tae-jo, who slightly bowed his head, walked toward the elevator, the employees followed suit, somewhat hesitantly. The back of the head was itchy, and cold sweat formed in the hands.
Se-kyung, trying to pull her hand out of his, Tae-jo once again adjusted his grip on her hand.
“Employees are looking at us strangely.”
At Se-kyung’s whispered words, Tae-jo glanced back. Soon, with a ding, the elevator door opened.
Tae-jo, pulling Se-kyung into the elevator, turned around to look at the employees.
Should I take it or refuse? A dilemma ensued, creating an awkward standoff with the employees.
Facing those employees, Tae-jo subtly raised the corners of his mouth.
“Everyone read the article, right? About Se-kyung dating.”
“Yes.”
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