When she was twenty, she quietly kept Seokjoo in her heart. Now, she was face-to-face with the man who had once left without a word. \Director.\ \Drop the formalities. Call me like you used to.\ \...Sunbae.\ She clearly still had no intention of ever calling him oppa. Well, he could wait to hear the word he really wanted—eventually. He looked at her, daring her to say more. \When I was assigned to your office, was this what you had in mind?\ \No.\ \Then why, all of a sudden...\ \Because you kept going on those damn blind dates.\ If he touched her now, he'd lose all control—and he'd make her cry. So he waited. Just a little longer. At his own pace. \How far are you planning to go with me?\ With Yoon Jiwon... how far? I\ll just take you. Again.