The morning light streamed into the bedroom, nudging Jiyeon awake. She groaned and shifted, trying to bury herself deeper into the covers, but it was too late—the damage was done. She was awake now, though she could have sworn she'd only just closed her eyes.
Beside her, Yura was already up, dressed in her usual business attire, staring at her phone with a look that could kill a man at fifty paces. Jiyeon squinted at her, the bed feeling suddenly much colder without her.
"You know, if you glare any harder at that phone, it might catch fire," Jiyeon muttered, her voice raspy from sleep.
"Good," Yura said flatly, not looking up from her screen. "It would save me from reading these ridiculous emails."
Jiyeon stretched, groaning as her joints cracked. "Who emails you this early? Satan?"
"Close," Yura replied, her tone still deadly serious. "The board."
Jiyeon snorted, sitting up. "Same difference."
