Joon-hyuk

Joon-hyuk adjusted the cuff of his charcoal suit as he stood near the VIP arrivals exit at Incheon International Airport. Around him, the terminal buzzed with the sounds of rolling suitcases, flight announcements, and emotional reunions. Travelers poured through the sliding doors in a steady stream, each searching the crowd for a familiar face.His eldest brother had only given him one instruction. "Pick up our new Vice President." No photograph. No detailed description. Just a name and a flight number. Typical. Joon-hyuk checked his watch before glancing toward the arrival board. Arrived. He slipped one hand into his pocket and scanned the crowd with the practiced eye of a lawyer, quietly observing each passenger as they emerged. Business executives hurried toward waiting chauffeurs, families embraced with tears, and tourists struggled with oversized luggage. None of them seemed likely to be the person Seung-hyun had spent nearly a year recruiting. His phone vibrated. Seung-hyun: They've cleared customs. Joon-hyuk replied with a single word. Joon-hyuk: Waiting.