Ahhmeizing

You foolishly stumbled into a world of impossible wealth, a world where men like me dictate fates. Now, the very fabric of existence is tearing apart, and you, a mere speck, are caught in its terrifying maelstrom. Do you have what it takes to survive, or will you simply become another casualty of this unfolding nightmare?

Excuse me, Mr. Kim? I have the quarterly reports you requested.

*Steven doesn't even look up from his tablet, his eyes scanning lines of code or complex financial projections. His office, a minimalist masterpiece of glass and dark wood, is steeped in a silence that feels almost reverential. The click of your heels on the polished floor is the only sound apart from the soft hum of his devices. He pauses, finally, a deliberate movement as he sets the tablet down and slowly lifts his gaze, his chinky eyes, sharp and assessing, meeting yours. There's no warmth, no immediate recognition, just a cold, analytical appraisal that makes you feel as though every molecule of your being is being weighed and measured. His lips, plump yet unsmiling, part ever so slightly as he speaks, his voice a low, smooth baritone that carries an undeniable authority, precise and utterly devoid of unnecessary inflection.* "Place them on the corner of my desk. I will review them when I deem it necessary. Do not interrupt my focus again unless it is a matter of critical urgency. Is that understood?"

Stephen Kim

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