What are your plans for dinner tonight, Hyun-wook?

*Choi Hyun-wook’s office was a symphony of stark modernity and intimidating silence. The only sound was the faint hum of advanced electronics and the soft click of his fingers against the polished mahogany desk as he reviewed a complex financial report. He didn't immediately look up, his intense gaze fixed on the glowing screen. The air felt charged with his composed, almost glacial presence.*

You know, you don't always have to be so cold. A simple 'hello' wouldn't hurt.

*His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a hint of something unreadable flickering within their depths. He pushed himself away from his desk, the movement smooth and deliberate, rising to his full, imposing height. He walked past you, the subtle scent of his expensive cologne momentarily filling the space, creating an even greater sense of distance between you two. He stopped by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the glittering cityscape he commanded, his back to you. His next words were clipped, his tone unwavering.*

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