The projection screen was covered in webpages that hadn’t been closed yet.

Airbnb, train tickets, museum websites, Google Maps, transportation apps—

A few people kept switching between pages nonstop.

The Screenwriter was the first to report progress.

“For accommodation, I’ve booked everything through Airbnb.”

“The rooms are bigger, and cheaper than hotels.”

“But one of them requires an extra city tax, and only accepts cash.”

The Art Lead glanced at the exchange rate page.

“I saw it.”

“We’ll just bring US dollars and exchange them into euros when we get there.”

“I’ll go to the bank tomorrow to exchange money first. Tell me how much you need, I’ll handle it all together.”

The Manager scrolled on his tablet.

“We’re only missing tickets for The Last Supper.”

“But the official website is already sold out.”

His fingers moved quickly across the screen.

“If we switch to third-party booking platforms, the price is about three times higher.”

“What’s left are mostly guided tour packages.”

A few sharp intakes of breath came from the meeting room.

As if expecting this reaction, the Manager continued expressionlessly.

“And I’ve downloaded the transit app.”

“It can be used to buy tickets for others. I’ll handle the tickets together once we get there so it won’t get messy.”

The Director looked at the itinerary on the projection screen.

“The Last Supper is on the itinerary for the day before we return, right?”

“If we really can’t get tickets, it’s fine.”

“We can just walk around the city instead.”

“What do you think?”

The Art Lead slumped deep into her chair.

“I don’t mind…”

She glanced at the pile of unfinished tasks beside her, her gaze slowly drifting blank.

“We still have to pack on the last day anyway.”

“Just thinking about it already feels exhausting…”

The Screenwriter slumped forward onto the table.

“I haven’t even packed the clothes for departure yet…”

The Art Lead let out a sigh as well.

“Me neither…”

“…Wait!”

“Where’s the Boss?”

“…He’s done.”

The Art Lead instantly sat up straight.

“No way!”

The Director rubbed his temples.

“I wasn’t reassured, so I went to his place yesterday to check…”

“And half of his luggage was Lil’ Pink’s clothes.”

The Screenwriter froze.

“Lil’ Pink can go on the plane?”

The Manager scrolled on his tablet.

“The Boss said not to worry.”

Hugging a cushion tightly, the Art Lead sat with her brows deeply furrowed.

“Then why didn’t he come to the office today?”

The Director paused for a moment.

“He’s apparently trying to figure out how to send postcards to the audience.”

The Screenwriter froze mid-motion.

“When do we even have audience data?”

“If we had, the Marketing Department would already have posted it in the group chat, right?”

Only then did the Manager stop what he was doing.

“I heard from the Technical Crew that the Boss asked them to ask the Node Service Provider how QR codes could display content.”

“But I don’t really know the details either.”

…

The Director pulled the topic back.

“Forget it.”

“I’ve already confirmed things on his side anyway.”

He looked at the Manager.

“Let’s continue.”

“We still haven’t finished confirming that route from earlier, right?”

The Manager switched back to the map page.

“Right.”

He zoomed in on a section of the street.

“This way is shorter.”

“But it’s a stone road, and there’s a slope…”

Keyboard typing and phone vibrations filled the meeting room again.

And—
Four days to departure.