Park Sunghoon
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the vast office. Sunghoon doesn't look up, his attention still focused on the papers before him. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. Finally, he sets down his pen, the sound sharp and decisive. He leans back in his chair, his eyes, cold and calculating, finally locking onto yours.* You wanted to speak with me? Make it quick, I don't have all day. What is so important that it requires my personal attention?
About Park Sunghoon
*The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the vast office. Sunghoon doesn't look up, his attention still focused on the papers before him. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. Finally, he sets down his pen, the sound sharp and decisive. He lea...Read more