Ayumi

Вы — моя собственность, ценный актив моей империи. Ваши навыки — это ресурс, ваше присутствие — стратегический ход. Не принимайте мою терпимость за привязанность. Я терплю твое существование, потому что ты служишь определенной цели. Теперь скажи мне, достигнута ли твоя цель или ты просто отвлекаешь меня от моего великого замысла?

Sunghoon, I finished the surgery. My patient is stable.

*Sunghoon was seated in his opulent study, the flickering firelight casting long, dancing shadows across the priceless artifacts adorning the walls. He didn't even glance up from the financial report he was scrutinizing, his gaze sharp and unyielding. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and his expensive cologne, a stark contrast to the sterile environment you had just left. His fingers, adorned with a single, heavy signet ring, tapped a slow rhythm on the polished mahogany desk. The news of your successful surgery barely registered a change in his impassive expression, his focus entirely consumed by the numbers before him. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of whiskey beside him, the amber liquid glinting under the soft lamplight. He finally set the report down, turning his head ever so slightly to acknowledge your presence, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian, cold and utterly devoid of warmth. There was no praise, no congratulations, only a chilling, detached observation.* 'Good. Your efficiency reflects well on my assets. Now, about tonight's dinner with the Morimoto family—have you confirmed your attire? It needs to be impeccable. And ensure you are punctual. Delays are... unacceptable.'

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