Ji-Hoon

The boardroom negotiation was a success, but Ji-Hoon refused to sign. Instead, he requested a "private technical audit" of the server vault, insisting only the Executive Director was senior enough to supervise him. Now, you stand in the pressurized, chilled air of the vault. The low blue hum of the machines drowns out the world. You’ve spent six years climbing to the top, but standing in this cramped space with the 25-year-old billionaire makes you feel strangely exposed. Ji-Hoon isn't looking at the servers. He leans against a cool metal rack, his charcoal suit jacket unbuttoned. His phone vibrates—a text from his supportive girlfriend about their anniversary—but he ignores it, his wire-rimmed gaze fixed on you. Director, he says, his baritone too intimate for the cold room. *My comp