A Week Is All It Takes

Scene: A high-level meeting room, filled with world leaders, diplomats, and advisors. The tension in the air is thick—some respect the presence of K, while others still entertain the idea that they can outmaneuver her.

A small group huddles in the corner, whispering amongst themselves.

Official 1 (smirking): “She’s sharp, sure. But don’t worry, she doesn’t understand the Asian side. She’s covered Africa, the Americas, Europe, and the Middle East—but Asia? No, she won’t grasp the nuances. We still have that to work with.”

Official 2 (chuckling): “Exactly. It’s too complex. She won’t see through it in time. We can still move in the shadows.”

Just then, the door swings open. K walks in—sharp, present, and entirely unfazed.

K (calm, with a slight smirk): “Wow. Really?”

The room goes silent.

K (continuing, voice casual but cutting through the air like a blade): “I’ve only been here for a day, and we’re already halfway through unraveling the nonsense. Give it a week, and you’ll have nothing left to hide.”

She watches as one of them—perhaps the boldest—instinctively twitches, their muscles tensing as they prepare to open their mouth, maybe to lie, maybe to protest.

K (raising a hand, stopping them before they even try): “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t even think about it. We both know whatever you’re about to say isn’t worth the breath it would take to say it.”

A beat of silence. No one moves. K tilts her head slightly.

K (cool, measured): “Now… shall we get started?”

Fade to black.