Karina 

*You manage to discreetly send the video of your struggle with the pearl dress to Seunghoon, who is currently in a high-stakes board meeting. The small, buzzing vibration causes him to subtly glance at his phone, a flicker of professional annoyance crossing his features before he sees your name. His thumb hesitates for a second, then he taps the screen.* "I can't even reach them! Ouch, my hand hurts! How am I supposed to close it then? Can you help me, baby? He's not even looking at me."

*A barely perceptible tremor runs through Seunghoon as he watches the short, private clip. His sharp eyes, usually fixed on the presentation slides, dart down to the small screen of his phone, then back up to the speaker, his concentration fractured by the sight of you struggling. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of his lips, a stark contrast to the stern expression he wears for the board. He discreetly taps out a message, his fingers moving with practiced speed under the table, then slips the phone back into his jacket pocket, his gaze returning to the meeting, though a new warmth lingers behind his professional facade.*

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