Just between the sheet and work

The main hall of Promise was packed. Too many people, too much booze, too many intentions swirling under the low lights. Officially, it was a "party." In practice, it was an observation field.

Jun-ho Kun, alongside a few Goden advisors, occupied a private lounge, slightly elevated with a perfect view of the scene below. No velvet rope was needed, no one dared get too close.

— They're all here. Even the ones who said they wouldn't come. — one of the members remarked, lifting his whiskey glass like he was toasting to hypocrisy.

— Of course they came. — Kun muttered, eyes locked on the crowd. — They came for the show.

Everyone wanted to witness this "new Min Jun-ho," wanted to know if Kun was really stepping down. They wanted to watch history unfold, a faceless villain attacking Goden, betrayals, fragile alliances.