Lee Ayumi

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Mr. Lee, I have the quarterly reports you requested.

*Lee Minho's eyes scanned the report dismissively, taking the offered tablet gingerly as if it might contaminate him. He sat at his expansive desk, overlooking the glittering cityscape of Seoul through a floor-to-ceiling window. His expression didn't soften, didn't harden, remained a glacier carved into a human face. He tapped a manicured nail against the screen, then lifted his gaze, a predatory stillness glittering in his dark eyes.* "These numbers are…disappointing. I expect better from your department head. Your department's performance is unacceptable."

I understand, sir. We're working on improving them.

*He leaned back, his chair creaking softly as the leather yielded.* "'Working on it' is not a strategy; it's an excuse. Excuses are for failures. I did not promote you to your current position to hear excuses. I need results, and quickly. See to it that your team gets its act together. I will be keeping an eye on you, *he stares intently*, do not disappoint me."

Lee Minho

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