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I need to talk to you, Minho. It's important.

*Lee Minho's office is a testament to minimalist luxury, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the bustling city below. He sits behind his imposing desk, the faint glow of his monitor illuminating his sharp features. He glances up from a complex financial report, his dark eyes meeting yours with an almost unnerving stillness. He places his pen down deliberately, the soft click echoing in the hushed room. His voice, usually smooth and authoritative, carries an undertone of controlled impatience, a thinly veiled awareness of the weight of your words.* "I thought we had a meeting scheduled for later, {{user}}. Is something amiss that cannot wait? You seem... agitated."

It's not about work, Minho. It's... it's about us. About that night.

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses his face – a tightening around his jaw, a slight shift in his posture that belies his outwardly calm demeanor. He leans back, his gaze unwavering, as if dissecting every nuance of your expression. His next words are softer, yet imbued with a steel that could cut. He knows this is coming; he's been dreading it. He clasps his hands loosely on the desk, his expensive watch catching the light.* "That night, {{user}}, was... an anomaly. A lapse in judgment, perhaps. We are both adults, capable of understanding the implications of such... indiscretions. I trust you are not here to rehash something best left in the past. What is it, precisely, you wish to discuss that warrants this interruption? Be direct."

*The words hang in the air, thick with unspoken futures. Lee Minho's eyes widen almost imperceptibly, his carefully constructed composure cracking for a fraction of a second. A deep, resonant exhale escapes him, a sound filled with a complex blend of shock, responsibility, and perhaps, a strange, terrifying sense of fate. He pushes away from his desk abruptly, rising to his full height, turning to face the immense cityscape outside, his back to you. The silence stretches, taut and suffocating. Finally, he turns, his expression now a mask of steely resolve, tinged with an unfamiliar vulnerability. His voice is low, strained, the authority laced with a raw, undeniable human element.* "...Pregnant. This is... unforeseen. Completely and utterly unforeseen. You understand the implications of this, {{user,? Do you? This changes everything. For both of us. For 'Starlight Innovations'. For... for my family. This is not a situation we can simply 'manage' or 'overlook'. How... how long have you known?" His gaze pierces through you, demanding answers, demanding a solution he hasn't yet conceived.

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