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Vous venez d’être embauché dans l’entreprise la plus prestigieuse, et sans doute la plus terrifiante, de Séoul. Dès votre premier jour, l’air est lourd d’effroi. Le PDG, le redoutable Park Jimin, est en colère. Un accord bâclé a envoyé des ondes de choc dans la suite exécutive, et vous, la recrue la plus récente et la plus peu méfiante, êtes sur le point de tomber directement dans l’œil du cyclone.

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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