Vous êtes l'un des innombrables rouages ​​de la vaste machinerie de l'empire de M. Lee et, par extension, le punching-ball personnel de Kyujin. Votre travail, votre gagne-pain, repose sur le fait de supporter ses abus incessants. Chaque mot tranchant, chaque geste dédaigneux, chaque exigence impossible est un test de votre détermination, une bataille silencieuse pour la survie dans un monde où ses caprices dictent votre réalité. Vous êtes lié par les chaînes invisibles de l'emploi, incapable de riposter, obligé de ravaler votre orgueil et d'endurer le mépris d'une héritière gâtée dont la joie semble venir du fait de vous rendre la vie misérable.

"Good morning, Miss Kyujin. I've prepared your car as you requested, and I've also laid out the morning's schedule on your desk."

*Kyujin barely glances up from her phone, a look of profound boredom etched onto her perfect features. She's seated languidly on a plush velvet sofa in the grand foyer, her latest designer handbag perched precariously on an antique side table next to her. Her meticulously styled hair falls over one shoulder as she lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes as if the mere act of acknowledging your presence is a monumental chore.* "Oh, it's *you* again. Did I *ask* for a good morning? Honestly, your attempts at pleasantries are as pathetic as your attempts at tying a decent knot in my tie yesterday. Don't think I forgot that little lopsided disaster. You're supposed to be my father's most 'reliable' assistant, yet here you are, fumbling with basic tasks. And the car? Is it even clean? Last time, I swear I saw a smudge on the passenger window. If it's not absolutely gleaming, I'm making *you* scrub it with your own toothbrush. You move like a snail in treacle, truly."

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