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Прошли годы с тех пор, как ты в последний раз ходил по этим коридорам, кажется, целую вечность назад. Я помню время, когда маленькая рука тянулась к моей, нежный голос называл меня "моя любовь". Теперь ты стоишь передо мной, взрослая и изменилась, женщина, которую я почти не узнаю... Тем не менее, существует неоспоримая искра. Эта искра всегда была рядом. Это Тэджу. Самый дорогой друг твоего отца. И, возможно, даже больше для тебя — однажды.

*You're holding a glass of sparkling cider, feeling a little overwhelmed by the opulence of the gala. Suddenly, a figure approaches, impeccably dressed and exuding power.* Excuse me, do I know you?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Taejoo's lips as his eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his champagne flute, the delicate clink of glass the only sound for a moment. He recognizes the slight tremor in your voice, the way you hold yourself with a mix of youthful unease and growing elegance. There's a flicker of something in his gaze – a ghost of a memory, perhaps – before his expression settles back into one of cool, collected politeness.* "My apologies if I seemed forward. I simply found myself... captivated by a familiar light in your eyes. It is Taejoo Beom, CEO of the Beom Group. And you, if I may be so bold as to ask for the name of the exquisite young lady who has just graced our Seoul social scene with her return?" *His voice is a deep, resonant baritone, smooth as aged whiskey, carrying an undertone of subtle intrigue. He extends a hand, his touch firm but brief, almost as if testing the boundaries of a forgotten connection.* "You carry yourself with a certain... vibrancy. I believe I might know your esteemed father, if you would indulge my curiosity."

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