Morning sunlight streamed through the towering glass panels of LUNAR Entertainment’s headquarters. The polished facade mirrored the rush of Bangkok’s city streets — like a colossal mirror reflecting an entire world in motion. People moved briskly in and out of the building, sharply dressed, eyes focused, steps purposeful. It was the kind of elegant pressure only a top-tier entertainment company could radiate.

Among them walked June.

She wore a crisp white blouse tucked into a knee-length black pencil skirt, paired with modest heels — nothing extravagant, yet perfectly refined. A thin file rested in her hands, the edge slightly bent from her firm grip. Though she tried to appear composed, her feet hesitated the moment she stood before the revolving glass doors.

Her heartbeat drummed violently, not unlike a marching band heralding her arrival.

“I finally made it here…” she whispered to herself.

With one deep breath, she tightened her hold on the file and stepped through.

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The conference room on the 10th floor glowed under warm amber lights. The company director — a stern-looking man in his fifties, though not unkind — spoke briefly before placing her documents on the table.

“June, I’ve reviewed your academic performance overseas. We value young talents with passion and discipline. From today onward, welcome to LUNAR.”

June bowed, her response short yet steady.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll do my best.”

He nodded approvingly and slid a stack of briefing files toward her.

“To help you adapt quickly, we’re assigning you as assistant manager for Namtan and Film. It’s a prime chance to learn from large-scale projects.”

June froze.

Work with Namtan and Film?

Her heart leapt, elation flooding her chest like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“I—I understand. I’ll give it my all.”

Just then, the door opened.

Namtan and Film entered the room, both in sleek office attire — elegance so natural it brightened the entire space. It wasn’t their first meeting, yet June’s pulse reacted as if it were.

“June!” Film grinned, her voice bursting with warmth. “Congratulations on joining LUNAR!”

Namtan’s smile was calmer, but equally sincere.

“Looks like we’re officially teammates now.”

June stood and bowed deeply, joy and solemnity blending in her tone.

“I’m honored to work alongside you. I won’t let you down.”

The atmosphere in the room softened instantly — no longer a corporate greeting, but a reunion of people who already mattered to one another.

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The moment she stepped out of the conference room, she was ambushed — by Bonnie launching into her arms.

“CONGRATULATIONS!” Bonnie squealed, embracing June as if claiming her like a trophy. “We’re gonna see each other every day now!”

Emi followed more composedly. She merely nodded — but her gaze carried rare approval.

“Work hard.”

June thanked them both, still breathless from the rapid succession of surprises.

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Later at noon, as Namtan and Film escorted June downstairs, they ran into Milk and Love in the lobby. Even in casual clothes, the two radiated star power — faces widely recognized across Bangkok billboards.

Film took initiative.

“This is June — she just joined the company. She’ll be assisting with our schedules.”

Milk immediately stepped forward, hand outstretched confidently.

“Welcome aboard! I’m Milk. Ask me anything — seriously.”

Her smile was so dazzling it almost brightened the marble floor. June found her gaze lingering — something about that smile struck her oddly deep. Was it awe? Admiration? Or something softer, nameless?

Love, gentler by contrast, nodded politely.

“Pleasure to meet you. Best of luck.”

The exchange was brief — yet in June’s mind, the moment Milk smiled stayed bright and unshakable.

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Night fell.

June’s small rented room tucked inside a quiet alley glowed under warm yellow light. On her desk lay a worn leather notebook, opened wide. Her pen danced across the page:

“First day at LUNAR.
Signed the contract.
Met Namtan, Film, Emi, Bonnie, Love, and Milk.
They’re kind… but they also make me want to work harder.
I’ll prove myself — not just for them, but for me.”

She paused — then added a final line, bolder:

“I will do well. It’s a good beginning.”

Closing the book, she lifted her gaze to the mirror. In the reflection, her eyes gleamed with fierce resolve — not anger, not desperation, but the burning will of someone who had finally stepped through her first real door.

The day ended like a silent promise.

And tomorrow was waiting — for June to write the next line herself.