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The night air was crisp as Yura stepped out of the sleek black car, her expression as cold and unreadable as the moon above. The entrance to the high-profile restaurant industry event was lit up with the flash of cameras and the murmur of conversations. As she adjusted the collar of her tailored blazer, Yura's gaze swept across the crowd with a mixture of disdain and calculation. She wasn't here to socialize or to enjoy the evening—she was here to ensure the success of Jiyeon's project, no matter the cost.

As she moved through the entrance, the atmosphere shifted subtly. The room was filled with the who's who of the industry, powerful figures who could make or break a business with a single word. Yura knew most of them by name, others by reputation. She was a familiar face in these circles, but not one that people approached lightly. Her reputation preceded her—cold, strategic, unyielding. It was a reputation she had cultivated carefully, knowing that in this world, power was respected more than anything else.

The venue was a masterpiece of modern elegance, with high ceilings and walls lined with art that spoke of wealth and taste. The soft hum of conversation filled the space, punctuated by the clink of glasses and the low notes of a live band playing in the background. Yura's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she made her way through the crowd, her posture poised, every movement deliberate.

She was here with a purpose, and that purpose was clear in her mind—secure the support Jiyeon needed, whatever it took. The delays and obstacles they had faced on-site had left them vulnerable, and Yura knew that the time for subtlety had passed. It was time to make a move, one that would ensure their project was not only completed on time but was an undeniable success.

Yura approached the bar, her eyes scanning the room for her targets. She wasn't interested in the small talk that dominated these events. Instead, she was focused on identifying the key players, the ones who could provide the support they needed or pose a threat if left unchecked. Tonight was about alliances—strengthening the ones that would help them and neutralizing those that could stand in their way.

As she waited for her drink, Yura felt a presence beside her. She turned slightly, recognizing the man who had approached her. He was tall, with a charismatic smile and an aura of confidence that marked him as someone used to getting what he wanted. It was Lee Hyun-woo, a prominent figure in the industry, known for his influence and his ruthless business tactics. He was also one of the key players Yura had identified as a potential ally—or obstacle.

"Yura," Hyun-woo greeted her, his smile not reaching his eyes. "It's been a while. I didn't expect to see you here tonight."

Yura returned his smile with one of her own, just as calculated. "Hyun-woo," she replied, her voice smooth. "I could say the same. But then again, I suppose neither of us can resist an opportunity like this."

Hyun-woo chuckled, his gaze appraising. "Always straight to the point. I've always admired that about you, Yura. No pretense."

"There's no time for pretense in this business," Yura replied, taking a sip of her drink. "Especially when there's so much at stake."

"Ah, you're referring to your new project," Hyun-woo said, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. "I've heard about the delays. Must be frustrating, especially with the deadline approaching."

Yura met his gaze evenly, her expression unchanging. "Frustrations are part of the game, Hyun-woo. But they're nothing we can't handle."

"I'm sure," he said, his smile widening. "But I've also heard whispers that you might be looking for a little… extra support. Is that why you're here tonight?"

Yura set her glass down on the bar, her gaze never leaving Hyun-woo's. "I'm here to secure what we need to ensure this project's success. Nothing more, nothing less."

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Hyun-woo leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "You know, Yura, we could help each other. I have resources that could be very beneficial to you. In return, I'd only ask for a small favor—nothing too demanding."

Yura's eyes narrowed slightly, the only sign of the irritation that flickered beneath her calm exterior. She had expected this, had prepared for it. Hyun-woo was known for his backroom deals, for offering help with one hand while holding a knife in the other. But Yura wasn't here to be manipulated. She was here to win.

"I'm not interested in favors, Hyun-woo," Yura said, her voice cold. "I'm interested in partnerships. Mutually beneficial arrangements. If you have something to offer that aligns with our goals, I'm willing to discuss it. But make no mistake—I'm not here to play games."

Hyun-woo's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered, nodding thoughtfully. "Fair enough, Yura. I wouldn't expect anything less from you. How about we discuss this further in a more private setting?"

Yura knew what he was trying to do—get her alone, where he could exert more pressure, try to sway her to his terms. But she had no intention of letting him control the conversation.

"I'm sure we can find a time to meet," Yura said, her tone polite but dismissive. "But for now, I have other people I need to speak with."

Before Hyun-woo could respond, Yura turned and walked away, leaving him standing at the bar with his offer hanging in the air. She had made her point—she wasn't here to be swayed or bullied. If Hyun-woo wanted to work with her, it would be on her terms, not his.

Yura moved through the crowd with purpose, her eyes scanning the room for her next target. She spotted her near the corner, engaged in conversation with a small group of influential figures. Kim So-ra, the CEO of a major supplier in the industry, was known for her sharp mind and even sharper business acumen. Yura knew that securing So-ra's support could be the key to overcoming the recent supply issues they had faced.

Approaching the group, Yura waited for a pause in the conversation before making her move. "So-ra," she greeted, her tone respectful but confident. "It's good to see you."

So-ra turned to Yura, her expression one of mild surprise but clear recognition. "Yura. It's been a while. What brings you here tonight?"

"Business, of course," Yura replied, offering a small smile. "I was hoping we could have a word, privately."

So-ra raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Of course. Gentlemen, if you'll excuse us?"

The two women moved to a quieter corner of the room, away from prying eyes and ears. Yura didn't waste any time getting to the point.

"I'll be direct, So-ra," Yura began, her tone serious. "We've run into some supply issues on our latest project. I'm aware that your company has the resources we need to overcome these delays. I'm here to secure those resources."

So-ra studied Yura for a moment, her expression unreadable. "And what makes you think I'd be willing to help, Yura? What's in it for me?"

Yura met her gaze evenly. "A partnership that could be very profitable for both of us. This project is going to be a major success, So-ra. But only if we can overcome these hurdles. With your support, we can do that—and ensure that you benefit just as much as we do."

So-ra considered Yura's words, weighing the risks and rewards. "You've always been a straight shooter, Yura. I respect that. But I need more than just promises. I need guarantees."

Yura nodded, expecting this. "You'll have them. A formal agreement, outlining exactly what you'll receive in return for your support. I'm willing to offer favorable terms, including priority access to future projects."

So-ra smiled, clearly impressed. "You drive a hard bargain, Yura. But I like that. Fine. I'm in. Send over the details, and we'll finalize the agreement."

Yura allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. This was exactly the outcome she had wanted. "You won't regret this, So-ra. Together, we'll make this project a success."

With the deal secured, Yura knew she had accomplished what she came for. She had navigated the event with her usual precision, identifying the key players and securing the support Jiyeon needed. But as she made her way towards the exit, she couldn't shake the feeling that tonight's actions had put her on the radar of some powerful enemies.

As she stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against her skin, Yura allowed herself a moment of reflection. She knew that her actions tonight had been necessary, but they had also been risky. Hyun-woo, in particular, was not someone who took rejection lightly. He would remember her refusal, and she had no doubt he would try to undermine her and Jiyeon in the future.

But Yura wasn't afraid. She had made enemies before, and she would do so again if it meant protecting what she cared about. She had always been willing to do whatever it took to succeed, and tonight was no different. The project was too important, not just to Jiyeon but to both of them. It was a symbol of everything they had worked for, everything they

had built together.

As she slid back into the car, Yura's thoughts drifted to Jiyeon. She knew Jiyeon was still dealing with the challenges on-site, pushing herself to the limit to ensure the project stayed on track. But Yura also knew that Jiyeon had a good heart, one that sometimes made her vulnerable in ways Yura could never allow herself to be.

That's why Yura had to be the one to make the hard choices, to take the risks that Jiyeon couldn't. It was a burden she carried willingly, knowing that in doing so, she was protecting the person who mattered most to her.

As the car pulled away from the event, Yura leaned back in her seat, her expression one of calm resolve. She had done what needed to be done, and she would continue to do so, no matter the cost. Because in the end, it was all worth it—for Jiyeon, for their project, and for the future they were building together.