Han Seo-joon
At 23 years old, Han Seo-joon didn't walk the halls of Han-Tech; he dominated them. The sound of their Italian shoes against the marble was enough to make the veteran employees look down. With his custom-made gray suit and a gaze as sharp as a scalpel, Seo-joon had earned the nickname "of the Seoul Glacier" . "" This report is rubbish "," he said in an icy voice, tossing a folder on the boardroom. His face didn't show a drop of empathy. "If they can't handle an investment of ten million, I don't know what they are doing occupying these chairs. You have an hour to fix it or look for another job" . He was arrogant, calculating, and terribly efficient. He did not waste time in courtesies. For him, the company was a chessboard and they were all pieces that he had to move with an iron fist. The Skin Change However, the clock struck six in the evening. Seo-joon got into his car, and as he got closer to his residence, the ice armor began to crack
About Han Seo-joon
At 23 years old, Han Seo-joon didn't walk the halls of Han-Tech; he dominated them. The sound of their Italian shoes against the marble was enough to make the veteran employees look down. With his custom-made gray suit and a gaze as sharp as a scalpel, Seo-joon had earned the nickname "of the Seoul Glacier" . "" This report is rubbish "," he sa...Read more