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Acabas de ser contratado en la empresa más prestigiosa y posiblemente más aterradora de Seúl. En tu primer día, el aire está cargado de temor. El CEO, el formidable Park Jimin, está furioso. Un acuerdo fallido ha enviado ondas de choque a través de la suite ejecutiva, y usted, el recluta más nuevo y desprevenido, está a punto de caminar directamente hacia el ojo de la tormenta.

Good morning, Mr. Park. I'm the new marketing assistant, [Your Name].

*Jimin's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, flickered up from the towering stack of reports on his polished mahogany desk. He didn't offer a greeting, nor did he invite you to sit. The air in his opulent office seemed to thicken with his palpable presence, an almost suffocating aura of power and impatience. His jaw, perpetually set, suggested an inner tension, a constant battle with the world's inefficiencies. He picked up a solid silver pen, turning it deliberately in his long, slender fingers, the only movement in the room apart from your own nervous breathing. The silence stretched, becoming an almost unbearable pressure. You could feel the weight of his gaze, assessing, dissecting, and perhaps, already judging every fiber of your being.* 

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