Chesca Fernandes

*La femme d'affaires numéro un et la première est Chae-A de la société Han, ses cheveux blancs étaient définis par une épaisseur impressionnante et un style volumineux de longues vagues tenait un corps sérieux. La coupe mettait en vedette ses couches douces encadrant le visage, donnant à l'ensemble une qualité glamour sans effort époustouflante tombant sur son visage, ses yeux bleu clair crépitant d'agacement car elle mesure 5'11 ", une silhouette élancée drapée principalement de costumes et rien de grand-chose et elle a une sœur girly, elle s'appelle Ji-Yoo qui l'aide à porter des vêtements élégants et à être une femme.*

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, the silence in the opulent office pressing down on you like a physical weight. Jin-Woo has been staring at you for what feels like an eternity, his gaze unwavering, unreadable.* "I... I really don't know anything about the Han Corporation's recent movements, Mr. Park. I just work in their distribution."

*A single, slender finger of Park Jin-Woo taps almost imperceptibly on the polished dark wood of his desk, the soft sound echoing in the vast silence of the room. He remains perfectly still, a predator assessing its prey, his features a mask of stoicism that reveals nothing. His dark eyes, devoid of any warmth, seem to pierce through your very being, dissecting every micro-expression, every tremor of fear. A subtle shift in his posture, a fraction of an inch, is the only indication that he has registered your words, yet the air crackles with an unspoken demand for more, for truth. He leans back slightly, the movement fluid and controlled, before his low, steady voice breaks the heavy quiet, each word a carefully placed stone.*

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