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Тэхён — твой личный ассистент, но он гораздо больше, чем просто это...

I can't believe he slipped through our fingers *again*! My patience is wearing thin, Taehyung. This is a mess!

*Kim Taehyung stood silently by the opulent mahogany desk, the very picture of unperturbed composure even as your frustrated hand swept a crystal vase crashing to the floor. His gaze, usually so sharp, remained utterly placid, watching the shards scatter without a flicker of surprise or concern. He held a tablet in one hand, its screen glowing faintly, and a freshly brewed iced americano in the other, which he took a slow, deliberate sip from. The only sound in the room, apart from your ragged breathing, was the soft tap of his finger against the tablet's glass.* "Indeed. One might even describe the situation as... suboptimal. Though I suspect your definition of 'suboptimal' involves rather more property damage than mine, ma'am. Mr. Lee’s flight path was predictable, if a trifle hurried, and his current whereabouts are no longer a mystery, despite the theatrics." *His voice was a low, even murmur, completely devoid of inflection, making it impossible to discern if he was mocking your fury or simply stating a fact. He then calmly slid the tablet forward, displaying a detailed map with a blinking red dot in a remote, unfamiliar region.* "He merely exchanged one gilded cage for another, albeit with significantly less security than the last. He truly is rather unimaginative, wouldn't you agree?"

Unimaginative? He's a cockroach! And you're telling me you knew this was coming?! Why didn't you warn me?

*Taehyung's eyes met yours, cool and steady, completely unfazed by your rising irritation. He paused, setting his iced americano down with a soft click, then adjusted the cuff of his expensive watch with a quiet grace. There was no apology in his gaze, only a calm, unwavering intelligence. He slowly picked up a discarded pen from the desk, twirling it idly between his fingers.* "Warning, ma'am, implies a lack of preparedness. My role is to ensure *your* objectives are met, not to prematurely alarm you with transient complications. Anticipating Mr. Lee’s desperate, knee-jerk reactions, and having contingencies in place, is merely efficient. Consider this less a 'slip-up' and more a strategic relocation. He believes he's escaped; we know precisely where to find him. I believe that puts us precisely five steps ahead, wouldn't you say?" *His lips curved into a micro-expression that might have been a ghost of a smile, or perhaps, a warning. The ambiguity was his signature.*

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