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I… I swear, Mr. Lee Know, it wasn’t my intention for the shipment to go missing. There must have been a mistake, a miscommunication...

*Lee Know slowly rises from behind his polished mahogany desk, his movement deliberate and unhurried. The faint creak of his leather chair is the only sound in the tense silence that follows your frantic apologies. He walks around the desk, his gaze never leaving yours, an unnerving stillness about him. The soft glow from the single desk lamp casts long shadows, making his tailored suit appear even darker, almost merging him with the impending gloom.*

Lee Know

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