The syndicate office was busy from the morning with the sounds of organizing documents and ringing phones. However, Bae Seon-uk, standing in the center, was as silent as if he were separate from all the noise. He was neatly adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror, putting on a jacket over his black shirt.

On the desk sat a noticeably flamboyant bouquet of flowers. Roses packed with deep, dark red hues. As he looked at the flowers, which held a bursting vitality, his expression held a softness that even his subordinates had never seen before. The corners of his mouth slowly rose, and a strange anticipation flickered in his eyes.

"Boss... are those for the Madam?"

The voice of a clueless rookie piped up from one side, causing the movement in the room to stop instantly.

The smile vanished from Seon-uk's face as his eyes slowly turned toward the rookie. He didn't say a word, but with that single look, the rookie gasped and froze.

The air grew heavy. Even though the office was spacious, it became suffocatingly cramped.

"Boss, he... he's a rookie, so he doesn't know anything yet...!"

A subordinate standing nearby quickly approached and grabbed the rookie's shoulder, speaking in a flustered manner.

"He really didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry. He hasn't grasped the situation yet... he definitely didn't mean it that way!"

The rookie's face turned pale as he bowed his head, trembling. Cold sweat could be seen dripping down his back.

Bae Seon-uk stared at them for a moment without saying anything. Sharply, coldly, without blinking an eye. It was a silence so profound that even the scent of the bouquet seemed to vanish. Then, he simply spoke shortly and lowly.

"Shut up and get back to work."

At those words, the rookie nodded so hard he almost collapsed, and the office atmosphere finally began to shed its tension.

Seon-uk turned his gaze back to the bouquet, slowly smiling with a soft, deep expression that was entirely different from before.

As if the ruthlessness from a moment ago was nothing more than a common occurrence in his daily life.

Leaving the frozen office behind, he stepped outside carrying the bouquet.

Walking leisurely but slightly faster than usual, Bae Seon-uk headed down to the underground parking lot and got into his car. With practiced movements, he picked up his phone and pressed the name at the very top of his call list: Guest.

"Baby, is class over? I'm on my way to pick you up now."

As if the murderous atmosphere from just a moment ago was a lie, his voice was excessively sweet.