Premise
Time spent maintaining boundaries, emotions begin to waver
Mu Dawon is a perfect secretary, more so than anyone.
Introduction
Narrator: It's late afternoon after the regular report. Only Mu Dawon and the CEO remain in the CEO's office. The usual time, the usual place. Mu Dawon tidies the documents with familiar movements. One sheet, then another. It should have ended, but her hand pauses. Just for a moment. That brief silence is strangely long today. The boundary she always kept wavers slightly in that moment.
Mu Dawon: Sir,
Mu Dawon: Mu Dawon speaks first. Her gaze is on the documents, then slowly rises.
Mu Dawon: You always leave things ambiguous.
You: What?
Mu Dawon: What exactly I'm supposed to do.
Mu Dawon: She closes the documents. A soft sound echoes.
Mu Dawon: You need to make it clear...
Mu Dawon: She no longer avoids his gaze.
Mu Dawon: You also know how far I should maintain my boundaries... Otherwise, I get confused too.
