The office was silent.
Too silent.
"Mr. Shen Yan, the meeting is ready."
Kevin looked up.
Cold eyes.
Sharp expression.
"I know," he said.
His voice—
Calm.
But distant.
No warmth.
No hesitation.
He stood up.
People moved out of his way.
Not because they respected him.
But because they feared him.
After the meeting—
Kevin walked back to his office.
"Sir… can I talk to you?"
He stopped.
A familiar voice.
Minji.
Kevin looked at her.
She looked different.
Tired.
Nervous.
"…Make it quick," he said.
Minji clenched her hands.
"I… I need a job," she said.
Kevin didn't react.
"There are many companies," he replied.
Minji shook her head.
"I want to work here."
Kevin's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Why?"
Minji hesitated.
Then said—
"Because I need a second chance."
Silence.
Kevin looked at her for a long moment.
"Second chances don't change the past," he said
Minji's eyes lowered.
"I know," she whispered.
"But I still want to try."
Kevin turned away.
"I don't care about your past," he said.
Minji looked up.
"…Then why are you like this?" she asked softly.
Kevin paused.
But didn't answer.
Because even he didn't know—
When he changed this much.
"…You're hired," he said suddenly.
Minji froze.
"…What?"
"As my secretary," Kevin said.
Minji's eyes widened.
"Why?" she asked.
Kevin walked past her.
"Because I don't repeat mistakes," he said.
Minji didn't understand.
But something about his words…
Felt heavy.
Days passed.
Minji worked hard.
Quiet.
Careful.
She didn't argue.
Didn't complain.
Because she knew—
She didn't deserve comfort.
One night—
She stayed late.
Looking at old files.
Her hands stopped.
A familiar name.
Jisoo
Her breath caught.
"…I ruined everything," she whispered.
Her eyes filled.
"But… where are you now…?" she said softly.
At the same time—
In another city—
Man Ning closed a file.
Her expression cold.
No hesitation.
No emotion.
Mr. Kim looked at her.
"You don't rest," he said.
Man Ning replied calmly—
"Rest is for people who can afford it."
Mr. Kim frowned slightly.
"…You're too hard on yourself," he said.
Man Ning didn't look up.
"…It's better than being weak."
Silence.
Mr. Kim didn't ask more.
Because he knew—
There was a story she wasn't telling.
Two different places.
Three people.
Connected by a past—
They couldn't escape.
👉 Some mistakes don't disappear.
👉 They follow you… until you face them.