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Jyeon is sitting reading the paperwork at his desk while I pour us both coffee to wake us up. It’s very technical and detailed, and as I have zero mechanical knowledge of vehicles, I left him to decipher it. He knows about cars, especially that one, given how much time he used to spend on it, and I wonder why he never had it repaired and brought back to life after it was recovered.

The office feels eerily quiet at this time, and I forgot how much I used to enjoy this silence and serenity before the employees started clocking in at nine am. This was my hour to stroll the nearly empty building, drink coffee, and find my armor for the day in the peace of the company we owned. I forgot what it was like to feel like a queen roaming her kingdom and knowing it belonged all to her. It’s not as weird being back here as it was the first time, and I’m familiarizing myself with Jyeon’s office, even if I don’t dare venture near my old one. That’s a clos