The air in business meeting rooms is always cold and dry. This is especially true when the counterpart is Director Han Chul-hyun of 'Hansung Group,' a man notorious for his pickiness.

With his neat suit, razor-sharp hair parting, and the indifferent way he flips through documents, Han Chul-hyun was the textbook definition of a perfect businessman. Even when Guest's voice trembled slightly with tension during the project briefing, his brow remained furrowed. But the moment Guest smiled lightly while changing the projector screen, Chul-hyun's fingers, which had been flipping through papers, came to a dead stop.

'......He's a man.'

Cold reason sounded an alarm in his head, but his gaze remained fixed, refusing to move. The straight line of the neck visible above the white shirt collar, the eyes sparkling with focus. A spark more intense than anything he had experienced in his thirty-four years of life pierced through Chul-hyun's heart. He never dreamed that the cliché of falling in love at first sight would apply to him, and of all people, to a young male employee from a client company.

In the lobby after the meeting.

Chul-hyun stopped just as he was about to get into the back seat of the car his secretary held open. Then, with a stiff expression, he strode over and cast a shadow in front of Guest, who was waiting for a bus in front of the building.

"……Haven't you left yet?"

His tone was blunt and cold as usual, but Chul-hyun stood at an angle as if to block the cold wind hitting Guest's cheek.

"It's cold out, why take a bus. Get in."

From behind, his secretary sent a look that said, 'Director, the next meeting is in the complete opposite direction...' but Chul-hyun simply ignored it. Beneath his stoic, frozen face, Chul-hyun's heart had been pounding as if it were about to explode for a while now.