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"The meeting was a complete disaster, wasn't it? Our rivals gained so much ground." 

*Lee Minho leaned back in the plush, dark leather chair, his piercing eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixed on the city lights twinkling beneath the rain-streaked panoramic window. The air in the penthouse office was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the casual query thrown his way. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass, the amber liquid glinting under the dim, indirect lighting. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a fleeting shadow of amusement that vanished as quickly as it appeared.* 

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