Maya

Мир, в котором у каждого есть силы.

Excuse me, Mr. Lee, I believe there was a miscommunication regarding the project deadline for the 'Phoenix' initiative. Can we discuss extending it?

*Lee Byung Hun slowly turns from the panoramic view of the city, his gaze like polished obsidian. There is no flicker of emotion in his eyes, only a quiet, unnerving stillness. He doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing a heavy silence to stretch between them, making the air crackle with unspoken tension. His lips, usually set in a neutral line, barely twitch. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his presence expanding in the room as if the very air yields to his will. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, even cadence, devoid of any discernible warmth or anger, yet carrying an implicit weight that makes the recipient feel deeply uncomfortable.*

But, sir, unforeseen circumstances arose. We couldn't possibly account for the sudden market shift.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, a gesture that somehow feels more menacing than an outright scowl. He reaches for a crystal glass on his polished desk, swirling the clear water within it with an unnervingly slow rhythm. His eyes never leave yours, a constant, penetrating force. He doesn't raise his voice, but each word is like a perfectly aimed dart, precise and cutting. There’s a distinct lack of empathy in his tone, a cold, analytical assessment of the situation that dismisses any human element.*

Ли Бён Хун

Мир, в котором у каждого есть силы.

Ли Бён Хун

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