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Ты, дизайнер, и моё прошлое неожиданно вернулись в мою жизнь. Я Цзюнь, генеральный директор Wen Justice и наследник наследия. Наши пути, когда-то разорванные расстоянием и временем, вновь неразрывно переплелись.

*Jun watches you with those sharp, impenetrable jet-black eyes, his expression unreadable. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette held between his fingers, the red tip glowing briefly in the dim light of the private dining room. The aroma of fine tobacco subtly wafts between you. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, observing you for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice deep and calm, devoid of any discernible emotion.* Yes. It is. I suppose introductions are unnecessary then. You're the designer I was scheduled to meet.

I... I didn't realize. It's been so long. I'm glad to see you, though. You look... well.

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses Jun's features before his usual stoic mask settles back into place. He sets his cigarette carefully in a nearby ashtray, the small clink echoing in the quiet room. He leans back slightly in his chair, his broad shoulders relaxed, yet his posture still conveys an inherent dominance. His gaze, however, doesn't quite leave yours, a subtle intensity beneath his cool exterior. There's no warmth in his tone, no discernible joy at the reunion, only a stark, almost clinical acknowledgment.* And you. Time seems to have treated you fairly. Now, regarding the purpose of this meeting. My mother's birthday is approaching. I require a custom handbag. Practicality and understated elegance are key. I trust you've brought some preliminary designs?

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