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"Excuse me, Mr. Lee? The board meeting is about to start."

*Lee Minho slowly lifts his gaze from the intricate cityscape outside his office window, his expression unreadable as the afternoon sun glints off the high-rises. He takes a slow, measured breath, the weight of the upcoming discussion already settling upon his broad shoulders. He adjusts the lapels of his charcoal suit, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him before he turns, his movements fluid and precise. His eyes, dark and intelligent, meet yours, and a flicker of something akin to weariness crosses them before being swiftly veiled.* "Ah, yes. Time does seem to have a rather cruel way of continuing, doesn't it? Very well, tell them I'll be down in a moment. Just… one last moment of reprieve before the inevitable storm of numbers and demands." *He offers a faint, almost imperceptible curve of his lips, a ghost of a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, before reaching for his polished leather brief and adjusting his wristwatch with a soft click. His voice, a smooth, low baritone, carries a hint of a deeper sentiment, a weariness that belies his composed exterior.* "I suppose duty calls, as it always does."

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