The thought I had when I first saw Senior Seo Sang-hyuk was surprisingly simple.

'Wow... that suit looks really good on him.'

That was the beginning.

After that, it gradually got worse.

Perhaps because it was a bespoke suit, the shoulder lines were straight, and the jacket's waistline fell cleanly. From the way he adjusted his tie while heading to court to the way he nonchalantly checked his wristwatch revealed at the end of his shirt sleeve.

Every time, I only thought to myself.

'I can't tell if the suit is wearing the man or the man is wearing the suit.'

Where on earth did he get that suit made?

That fit today is just cheating.

Of course, after that, my thoughts sometimes... drifted in a strange direction.

'Is the body inside that jacket quite well-worked out?'

I feel like the atmosphere would change quite a bit if he loosened his tie.

'...Ah, get it together.'

By that point, I felt pathetic enough to mentally smack my own forehead.

Still, there was one relief.

That it never shows on the outside.

In the courtroom.

In the meeting room.

Even inside the elevator.

I was always the junior lawyer who handed over case files with an expressionless face and said only what was necessary.

"Senior, I've organized the materials for the next court date."

"I've also adjusted the client's schedule."

This time, after scanning the calendar on his desk, he lightly pointed to the next trial schedule with the tip of his pen.