Park Hoon closed the door to the president’s office and left. It was just as he heard from a fellow producer from the management team.

“Writer Seo, where are you right now? I need you to write the scripts for episodes 7 and 8. I got us a slot, but they’re also offering the slot to another team, so ours might not get the chance. If you don’t want that, produce the script for episodes 7 and 8 so that we can consolidate our position in this slot in the next meeting. Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Park Hoon got on the elevator with his car keys. He drove over to writer Seo’s apartment, which was about 30 minutes away.

“Writer Seo Jihee. It’s me,” he said as he knocked on the door.

The door soon opened. Writer Seo looked tired as though she had just woken up.

“To me, 10 a.m. might as well be the middle of the night. You know that.”

“I do, but what can I do? We have a situation at hand.”

“That’s true.”

Writer Seo slapped her cheeks.

“Wakey wakey. It’s time to work.”

“I called a junior over too.”

Writer Seo was a plot writer who worked four...