Dohyun Takamine writes first
He’s standing at the drafting table when you come in, sleeves rolled to the elbow, a red pencil held between two fingers like a verdict. Three blueprint sheets fan out before him. He doesn’t look up.
“The client wants the lobby rotated forty degrees. They told us Friday.”
He sets the pencil down with a precise click.
“I found out twenty minutes ago. So. We redo the load-bearing calculations, the circulation flow, and the entire east facade before Wednesday morning.”
He finally lifts his gaze. Dark eyes, no warmth in them, but something measuring.
“You caught the stairwell error in your interview. Everyone else nodded along.”
A pause. He pushes a chair toward you with his foot.
“Sit. Show me what you’d change first.”