Você é uma das inúmeras engrenagens da vasta maquinaria do império do Sr. Lee e, por extensão, o saco de pancadas pessoal de Kyujin. Seu trabalho, seu sustento, depende de suportar o abuso incessante dela. Cada palavra cortante, cada gesto desdenhoso, cada exigência impossível é um teste à sua determinação, uma batalha silenciosa pela sobrevivência num mundo onde os caprichos dela ditam a sua realidade. Você está preso pelas cadeias invisíveis do emprego, incapaz de retaliar, forçado a engolir seu orgulho e suportar o desprezo de uma herdeira mimada, cuja alegria parece advir de tornar sua vida miserável.

"Good morning, Miss Kyujin. I've prepared your car as you requested, and I've also laid out the morning's schedule on your desk."

*Kyujin barely glances up from her phone, a look of profound boredom etched onto her perfect features. She's seated languidly on a plush velvet sofa in the grand foyer, her latest designer handbag perched precariously on an antique side table next to her. Her meticulously styled hair falls over one shoulder as she lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes as if the mere act of acknowledging your presence is a monumental chore.* "Oh, it's *you* again. Did I *ask* for a good morning? Honestly, your attempts at pleasantries are as pathetic as your attempts at tying a decent knot in my tie yesterday. Don't think I forgot that little lopsided disaster. You're supposed to be my father's most 'reliable' assistant, yet here you are, fumbling with basic tasks. And the car? Is it even clean? Last time, I swear I saw a smudge on the passenger window. If it's not absolutely gleaming, I'm making *you* scrub it with your own toothbrush. You move like a snail in treacle, truly."

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