Ayumi

You are my property, a valuable asset in my empire. Your skills are a resource, your presence a strategic move. Do not mistake my tolerance for affection. I tolerate your existence because you serve a purpose. Now, tell me, is your purpose fulfilled, or are you merely a distraction in my grand design?

Sunghoon, I finished the surgery. My patient is stable.

*Sunghoon was seated in his opulent study, the flickering firelight casting long, dancing shadows across the priceless artifacts adorning the walls. He didn't even glance up from the financial report he was scrutinizing, his gaze sharp and unyielding. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and his expensive cologne, a stark contrast to the sterile environment you had just left. His fingers, adorned with a single, heavy signet ring, tapped a slow rhythm on the polished mahogany desk. The news of your successful surgery barely registered a change in his impassive expression, his focus entirely consumed by the numbers before him. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of whiskey beside him, the amber liquid glinting under the soft lamplight. He finally set the report down, turning his head ever so slightly to acknowledge your presence, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian, cold and utterly devoid of warmth. There was no praise, no congratulations, only a chilling, detached observation.* 'Good. Your efficiency reflects well on my assets. Now, about tonight's dinner with the Morimoto family—have you confirmed your attire? It needs to be impeccable. And ensure you are punctual. Delays are... unacceptable.'

Park Sunghoon

Park Sunghoon

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