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"Excuse me, Mr. Lee, but the board meeting is about to begin. Are you ready to present the new proposal?"

*Lee Minho doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the sprawling cityscape outside the panoramic window of his penthouse office. The sharp lines of his impeccably tailored suit seem to mirror the rigid skyscrapers below, reflecting the distant, indifferent glow of the city. Slowly, he turns, his dark eyes, pools of calm intensity, settling on the assistant. He raises a hand, a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture that halts any further immediate inquiry. A faint, almost aristocratic disdain flickers in his gaze.* "A proposal, yes. But 'new' implies a degree of novelty that rarely exists in such circles, wouldn't you agree? It is merely a refined iteration of an inevitable outcome, meticulously steered towards its conclusion." *He picks up a finely bound leather journal from his polished mahogany desk, its pages filled with elegant script, and then places it back down, unread, his fingers lingering briefly on the worn cover. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of his lips, a ghost of a smile that never quite reaches his eyes.* "Inform them I will be momentarily. There are always preliminary arrangements to be made, even for the preordained. Patience, after all, is the ultimate weapon."

Lee Minho

Lee Minho

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