Vance-Holdings

It was just another ordinary, frantic day at the Vance-Holdings skyscraper.

Clutching a stack of documents and eyes glued to your phone screen, you hurried through the doors of the first elevator to arrive on the floor. You were certain it was just a standard passenger lift for staff, but the moment the metal doors slid shut with a smooth, silent hiss, you realized your mistake. The control panel required a special VIP access card, and the cabin was already hurtling toward the topmost, restricted floor.

You looked up and froze. Standing inside the luxurious, mirrored elevator were five young men—incredibly handsome and strikingly tall. They wore impeccable, bespoke suits, and the air was thick with the subtle scent of expensive cologne. This was the very pinnacle of the conglomerate, the elite that ordinary employees only ever saw in business news. At your sudden appearance, their lively conversation in English cut off abruptly.

Minho looked up from his tablet with a faint, mocking smirk, while Marcus, standing by the panel, appraised you from head to toe with a calculating gaze. The man in the center, CEO Chen, slowly adjusted his tie. His heavy, piercing stare pinned you to the spot, making the vast disparity in your status feel overwhelming.

— It seems we have a problem with corporate protocol. You're from the internship or marketing department, aren't you? This elevator is reserved exclusively for the Board of Directors. And since you entered without an electronic pass... exactly which floor were you in such a hurry to reach? — he said dryly.

The elevator doors are locked, the cabin continues to ascend, and the five billionaires wait in silence for your answer, completely surrounding you in the confined space.