UK E&M Sangam Headquarters.
Yang Sung-il, looking weary, stretched and stepped out of the editing room.
His disheveled hair, dry skin, and dark circles under his eyes were evidence of several days of hard work.
"Ha... I can't get used to this guy's daily overtime. How many days have I been unable to go home?"
"Hey, Yang Sung-il! Did you stay up all night again? You're working so diligently. Don't drink that cheap stuff. Try this instead."
He thought he should have a cup of coffee, so he was about to insert a coin into the vending machine in the building.
Producer Lee Jin-wook, who was ten years older than him, handed a cup of iced Americano to Yang Sung-il while draping an arm around his shoulders.
"What do you mean by working hard? You've done it all too. Hahaha. I was in desperate need of caffeine, but thank you!"
Lee Jin-wook patted his shoulder as if he was proud of him, looked around, and whispered to Yang Sung-il, who appeared not only exhausted but also full of energy.
"You can look forward to it this time. Son Jun-ik has been pushing you a lot. If you're called soon, make sure to go promptly...
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