[0:00]A woman heads to her boyfriend's office. She finds him kissing another woman. She freezes in place. That bastard! Instead of confronting them, she retreats to the hallway corner. Back home, rage builds inside her. You're dead, you bastard! The next morning, she storms into his workplace with a bag. She pulls out a box of moldy kimchi. She dumps it straight onto his head.
[0:28]She shoo away the female coworkers watching. She drags a chair over and sits facing him. She confronts him about last night's kiss. He tries to make excuses. She stands, backs away, and curses him out before leaving. Eat up. It's been pickled way too long. It's gone rotten. This woman is Grace. She's Soul's most famous fashion photographer. Major celebrities hire only her for their posters. Her work has appeared in Paris magazines. Now she's preparing her fifteen-year anniversary exhibition. But her assistant stays constantly unhappy. Whenever someone praises Grace's work, the assistant seethes with anger. The assistant trained under Grace, but jealousy over Grace's talent consumes her. One day, a man approaches Grace with a new project. Grace says her schedule's already full this year. The man insists the client wants only Grace. He suggests Grace provides the name and concept, while the assistant handles the actual shoot. The assistant's eyes light up instantly. But Grace thinks it over and declines. No way, she's still studying. Grace, come on, don't be like that. The assistant's face darkens immediately. Days later, Grace arrives at a shoot to check props. She notices a scarf sitting on the table. The original plan never included this item. The assistant claims she added it herself because the scarf looks beautiful. Grace explains the scarf blocks the model's neckline, so they can't use it. But when the shoot begins, the model already wears that scarf around her neck. Didn't I tell you to take that off?!
