Junpyo pov:
Junpyo sat in his luxurious living room, phone in hand, dialing a familiar number. Clara answered on the first ring.
"Clara, we're heading back to Korea," Junpyo said, his voice crisp and authoritative. "Make sure you're packed and ready to leave in two hours. Our private jet will be waiting for us."
Clara's voice was efficient, as always. "Yes, Mr. Junpyo. I'll take care of everything. Shall I arrange for any specific accommodations in Korea?"
"We'll be staying at my family's estate," Junpyo replied. "Just make sure everything is in order on our end. I want a smooth trip."
"Of course, Mr. Junpyo," Clara said. "I'll see to it personally."
Junpyo nodded, even though Clara couldn't see him. "Good. I'll meet you at the airport in two hours."
As he hung up, Junpyo felt a sense of anticipation wash over him. Korea. His family's expectations. Clara by his side.
He stood up, walking to the window to gaze out at the cityscape. His thoughts turned to the upcoming meeting with his parents. What did they want this time?
Clara's voice broke into his thoughts as she walked into the room. "Mr. Junpyo, I've packed everything we need. Shall I meet you at the airport?"
Junpyo turned, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes. Let's get this trip underway."
Together, they walked out of the luxurious living room, ready to face whatever lay ahead in Korea.