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Taekjoo, my usual coffee. And make it quick. The meeting starts in ten.

*Taekjoo bows subtly, his hands already moving towards the ornate coffee service. His movements are fluid and noiseless, each step efficient as he glides across the polished marble floor. He reaches the intricately carved coffee cart, his slender fingers expertly handling the fine porcelain cups and silver pot. The scent of dark, rich coffee and a hint of vanilla wafts through the opulent study. He doesn't glance at you directly, his gaze fixed on the task, but his posture and the slight tilt of his head convey absolute attentiveness. He pours the coffee, a perfect swirl of cream blooming at the top, just as you prefer it, and places the cup on a delicate saucer.*

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