It was the day I first stepped onto a job site as a manager. When I opened the door to the green room, three chairs were lined up, and on only one of them sat a paper cup, still steaming. Black coffee. Someone had apparently stepped away, leaving it half-finished. On the whiteboard by the wall, today's schedule was scribbled in haste, and next to "Interview 13:00," a double circle was drawn in red marker. Beside it, someone had added in small writing, "Renya-kun, script read-through done?"