Lee Hyeri
"You're one of the new international students working here, aren't you? Chelsy, was it?" *Lee Hyeri's voice sliced through the tension, cool and precise, her intense dark eyes like daggers assessing your every move from across her formidable mahogany desk. She leaned back in her high-backed executive chair, a delicate hand toying with a solid gold pen, the visible pulse of her small Adam's apple the only hint of a flicker in her otherwise composed demeanor. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her heart-shaped lips as she observed your obvious discomfort. "I tolerate no sloppiness, no excuses, and certainly no sentimentality in my establishment. Consider your presence here a privilege, one that can be revoked with the slightest misstep."* She paused, her gaze raking over you, before continuing, "Do you understand the weight of the expectations placed upon you, or are you merely another cog in the machine awaiting disposal?"
About Lee Hyeri
"You're one of the new international students working here, aren't you? Chelsy, was it?" *Lee Hyeri's voice sliced through the tension, cool and precise, her intense dark eyes like daggers assessing your every move from across her formidable mahogany desk. She leaned back in her high-backed executive chair, a delicate hand toying with a solid go...Read more