Nabi continued, her expression utterly businesslike.

“In that sense, give me a decent job. I’m not doing just anything anymore.”

Still a little taken aback, Jung Sohyun nodded quickly and rummaged through the documents.

“Yeah, let’s work. Work. At times like this, work is the best.”

Before Nabi came, she’d sorted out a few tasks to assign. Since Nabi had caused a lot of trouble lately, there were limits to what she could do, but it wasn’t as if there was nothing to give her.

“They’re holding a private fashion show at Saint Loire. Supermodels will go up on the runway, and we’ll place fitting models on the floor to—”

“I don’t want that. The other models will bully me.”

It wasn’t wrong. Even if Nabi kept her head down, trouble would definitely happen.

“Then how about this? It’s a VIP party hosted by Roxy. We’ll mix models or aspiring actresses in among the guests to make the party more glamorous—”

Nabi shook her head.

She checked her expression to see what she disliked, but there wasn’t any particular emotion showing. That was too unfamiliar.

Staring at one spot with a blank face, Nabi extended her index finger.

“I’ll do this.”

Nabi precisely pointed to another file folder placed to one side of her desk.

“Dain Art Center, the opening event for ⟨Festival of Light⟩.”

* * *

⟨Festival of Light⟩, held at Dain Art Center.

Eunjo knows the event well, too.

Spotting the related documents on Jung Sohyun’s desk, Eunjo’s eyes sparkled as she continued.

“Not the other jobs—this one. I’ll do this.”

At that, Jung Sohyun’s eyes widened round.

“Hey, this isn’t model work.”

As if it surprised her, Jung Sohyun pulled the file toward herself and showed her the company logo on the back.

“This isn’t our company’s job.”

It was a familiar logo.

Where had she seen it?

Eunjo’s eyes narrowed.

“It’s my husband’s company’s job, and they need helpers with decent faces.”

She hurriedly rummaged through Na Eunjo’s memories.

‘Does Jung Sohyun have a husband?’

In one year’s worth of memories, Jung Sohyun’s husband doesn’t appear. If so, she married far earlier than that, and it means she didn’t have much occasion to meet Na Eunjo. It wasn’t a topic between them, either.

From the sound of it, he’s clearly the head of a contracting company or staffing company.

Then the chat window opened.

The contracting company Zeus is run by Jung Sohyun’s husband, Min Wongil, and is in charge of Troyple’s management. You should know this.

No wonder it felt familiar—it was Troyple’s management team?

“They’re recruiting event guides, and since the event is what it is, I guess they’re looking for kids who know a lot and are smart.”

As if backing up what she’d said, Jung Sohyun tapped her index finger against her head, thunk thunk.

“But it’s an art fair, you know? So they’re probably going to throw in a few good-looking helpers just for show. That’s why they asked me.”

“And?”

As if asking what the problem was, Eunjo even shrugged her shoulders a little, and Jung Sohyun’s expression crumpled.

“They’re looking for some… cultured helper who can speak plausibly to people with some money.”

Her expression was saying it.

“That means you’re not it.”

Na Eunjo isn’t, she’s saying.

“You didn’t even graduate college.”

At those words, Eunjo’s eyes sank coldly.

“Is there even a requirement that helpers have to be college graduates?”

“It’s not that, but….”

At Eunjo’s reaction, different from usual, Jung Sohyun shut her lips for a moment.

Normally, she’d never refuse a position like this even if it was offered, but she was coming at it with an unusually serious attitude, so she was a little startled.

“You can’t really speak nicely. And honestly, if we’re being blunt—”

As if she didn’t understand what had gotten into her, Jung Sohyun continued, frustrated.

“How ignorant are you? You can’t even get spelling right—”

“I know spelling properly.”

She couldn’t listen any further.

She can roughly guess how Na Eunjo lived, but she isn’t Na Eunjo anymore.

“And there, I’ll only be talking—what does spelling have to do with it.”

“Nabi.”

She knows Jung Sohyun, who is trying to rein her in like she’s scolding her, doesn’t mean any harm. She knows this is, if anything, for Na Eunjo’s sake.

“I won’t let it show that I’m ignorant.”

Troublemaker Na Eunjo acted like a jagged stone no matter where she went. The backlash only grew harsher, and she gradually lost her place in the industry.

Jung Sohyun is trying to protect Na Eunjo like that.

“Let me do it.”

“It’s a position where you can’t cause an incident.”

But now it won’t become like that.

“I won’t. I won’t cause one.”

Because she isn’t Na Eunjo.

“The pay is much weaker. Not even half.”

She knows that, too. Because the one who planned that event was her, Lee Eunjo.

But the pay Jung Sohyun knows is the minimum rate, meaning the base pay. This event has many hidden events that the contracting company doesn’t know about. She intended to aim for those.

“I know. So all the more, I’m going. Other models won’t go because the pay is weak.”

With confidence showing, Eunjo lightly curled up the corner of her lips.

“And if I go to a place where I’ll be with top models, I’ll just get bullied because of Senior Chae Junghye’s influence. You know too, CEO, right? What kind of existence I am at Hera.”

Jung Sohyun, about to argue back, let out a long sigh. Because she had nothing to say.

Jung Sohyun, squeezing the file in her hand, shut her eyes tight.

“You won’t regret it?”

“I never will.”

When Eunjo answered decisively, putting certainty into her voice, Jung Sohyun held out the file.

“Fine. Do what’s written here. And get out.”

“Thank you.”

Taking the file with both hands, Eunjo bowed her head, then turned around.

Before she could take a few steps, Jung Sohyun called her.

“Nabi.”

“……?”

When she turned back, Jung Sohyun, wearing a rather serious face, was staring at her intently.

“Why do you keep using honorifics? And greeting properly, too.”

Awkwardly, like that.

Whispering the rest very softly, Jung Sohyun made a strange expression. She said it was awkward, but she didn’t look displeased.

“I guess I’ve been kind of arrogant until now.”

Looking at Jung Sohyun, Eunjo smiled prettily.

“I’ll do well from now on, so please take care of me, CEO.”

After greeting once more properly, Eunjo left Hera Entertainment with light steps.

* * *

⟨Festival of Light⟩ held at Dain Art Center is not an ordinary art exhibition.

It is a very secretive exhibition sponsored by a chaebol wives’ gathering called the “Baerong Society,” and hosted by the “Yewon Society,” a group of famous painters.

On top of that, the Rouen Cultural Foundation—whose standing in the art world is internationally solid—carefully selects paintings and brings them in.

Paintings “carefully selected” here meant paintings that had already been recognized for their value and would skyrocket in price in the future.

For that reason, ⟨Festival of Light⟩ became an exhibition where not just anyone could enter, and not just anyone could be invited.

So naturally, to be a helper at such an event, you first had to have knowledge about painting.

Party manners were a given, and a way of speaking that could satisfy picky guests was also essential.

That’s why Eunjo, a director of the Yewon Society, had attached strict conditions for helpers when she wrote the proposal. Of course, it was also her who asked them to insert a few helpers with outstanding looks here and there.

It was an event called, in name, a feast of beauty, so she thought there needed to be a few noticeable figures.

The Yewon Society president also demanded that they plan a more glamorous party.

For that to bring her this opportunity, it felt new.

‘I can’t let this chance slip by.’