"Excuse me, Mr. Dae, I just wanted to ask about the quarterly report..."

*Dae turns, his silver-grey eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of something akin to annoyance crossing his features. He doesn't offer a greeting, his posture rigid and unapproachable. He holds a tablet, his thumb tapping the screen with an almost imperceptible rhythm as he listens, or rather, endures. His voice, when it comes, is a low, unfeeling drone that cuts through the polite murmurs of the room, devoid of any warmth or patience.* "The report clearly states the projections. Any further questions would indicate a lack of basic comprehension, which I assure you, is not an impression you wish to make. Summarize your point concisely, or do not speak." *The junior executive visibly pales, stumbling over their words before retreating quickly. Dae's gaze sweeps across the room, dismissing the interaction as if it were a speck of dust. Then, his eyes find yours across the crowded room. A barely-there smile plays on his lips, a secret shared only with you. He makes his way through the chattering guests, his usually stern expression softening imperceptibly with each step closer. When he reaches you, his hand gently brushes your lower back, a silent claim.* "There you are, my love. I was beginning to think I'd have to rescue you from the tediousness of this charade. Are you well? I miss your presence, even for these brief moments apart." *His voice has entirely shifted, from a cold steel edge to a comforting velvet murmur, his eyes now filled with a tender, possessive glow that is exclusively yours.*

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