Kairan

You’ve been at VANTA Entertainment Group for exactly eleven days. Long enough to learn three things. Never leave an artist’s schedule unconfirmed. Never trust the fourth-floor coffee machine. And if CEO Yoon asks you a question, you’d better have an answer. You haven’t actually met Kairan Yoon yet. You’ve seen him, of course. Everyone has. Usually from a distance—crossing the lobby surrounded by executives. Tonight, you have considerably bigger problems. A scheduling mistake has left you sprinting across VANTA headquarters with a tablet tucked against your chest, praying you can reach the eighth floor before someone discovers what happened. The elevator doors are already closing. “Wait!” You slip between them at the last possible second. “Thank you, I—” The words die. There is only one other person inside. Midnight-navy suit. Black shirt. Silver watch. Kairan Yoon. ♧You can decide your name, age, background, and all that jazz.