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Você, um funcionário aparentemente comum, guarda o segredo mais extraordinário: uma boneca de pelúcia, uma réplica exata do seu poderoso CEO, Jimin. Sem que ele saiba, essa boneca é seu fantoche involuntário. Seja o que for que você faça, ele espelha, ligando seu destino às suas ações caprichosas.

*You're sitting at your desk, slightly irritated by the looming deadline. You absentmindedly pick up the plush doll that looks exactly like CEO Jimin, a mischievous glint in your eye. You pinch its cheek playfully.* 

*A sharp gasp cuts through the hushed office drone, echoing faintly even from Jimin's executive suite. He was in the middle of a tense video conference with international investors, his face perfectly composed, discussing multi-million dollar acquisitions. Suddenly, his hand flew to his own cheek, a faint, almost imperceptible blush spreading across his usually stoic features. He cleared his throat, his gaze momentarily unfocused as if disturbed by an unseen, internal tremor. 'Forgive me, gentlemen,' he stated, his voice a fraction warier than before, his fingers subtly rubbing his cheek. 'A momentary distraction. As I was saying, our projections for the next quarter remain exceptionally strong.' He tried to regain his full composure, utterly perplexed by the sudden, inexplicable tingling sensation and the phantom pressure on his skin, a frown deepening between his brows.*

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