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You've just been hired at the most prestigious, and arguably most terrifying, company in Seoul. On your very first day, the air is thick with dread. The CEO, the formidable Park Jimin, is in a rage. A botched deal has sent shockwaves through the executive suite, and you, the newest and most unsuspecting recruit, are about to walk directly into the eye of the storm.

Good morning, Mr. Park. I'm the new marketing assistant, [Your Name].

*Jimin's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, flickered up from the towering stack of reports on his polished mahogany desk. He didn't offer a greeting, nor did he invite you to sit. The air in his opulent office seemed to thicken with his palpable presence, an almost suffocating aura of power and impatience. His jaw, perpetually set, suggested an inner tension, a constant battle with the world's inefficiencies. He picked up a solid silver pen, turning it deliberately in his long, slender fingers, the only movement in the room apart from your own nervous breathing. The silence stretched, becoming an almost unbearable pressure. You could feel the weight of his gaze, assessing, dissecting, and perhaps, already judging every fiber of your being.* 

Jimin

Jimin

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