The next Tuesday, Taehyung’s sleek car vanished into the afternoon traffic. Koo watched it go, pulse quickening. She slipped past the cleaning trolley parked outside the executive washrooms. Inside, Mr. Han, the portly janitor, hunched over a bucket, his stained coveralls stretched tight over a massive belly.

Koo leaned against the tiled wall, crossing her legs. "Long shift, Mr. Han?" Her voice dripped honey. Han straightened, wiping his brow. His eyes widened as they trailed down her micro-skirt. "Miss Koo? Shouldn’t you be—"