72

Much like my bedroom in the manor, my office is another shrine to my memory. Untouched and kept clean, I cast my eyes at his straight, strong back and follow him in silence. My heart throbbing, and my mind messy. Thinking of the importance of that detail when I know, unlike the house, Jyeon has complete control of what happens at OLO. Mother may have retained my bedroom, but this is all Jyeon.

“In here.” Jyeon opens the familiar heavy wooden door, missing its stationed receptionist as all employees are downstairs enjoying free food. He pulls aside to let me wander in, and it’s a relief to see he’s updated this space. The uptight sense of déjà vu doesn’t happen because it no longer feels like Jyeon’s office in OLO HQ. It’s nothing like it used to be and doesn’t feel like walking into another time warp.

I glance around at the grey décor, the new furnishings, the complete lack of memories of before. The