The Jeju trip ended Sunday night. By Monday morning back in Seoul, the entire office could feel the shift in the air—like static before a storm. Minjun was in a foul mood, barking orders louder than usual, convinced the retreat had been “productive” while oblivious to the fact that his wife had spent most of it with another man’s cum leaking out of her every time she sat down.

Tae walked into the building at 7:45 a.m., coffee in hand, suit jacket slung over his shoulder, sleeves rolled to show off forearms corded with muscle. He caught Koo in the lobby elevator bank. She was wearing a charcoal pencil skirt that hugged her ass like it was painted on, a cream blouse tucked in tight enough to outline her bra, and those same strappy heels that made her calves pop. No one else was around yet.