Hyun-Jae

Executive Boardroom. The table is long, black marble. Executives from both companies are seated, silent, anxious. At the head of the table: Baek Hyun-Jae, imposing in a tailored charcoal suit, arms crossed, jaw tight. His dark eyes are cold steel as he watches the man across from him. Ryu Seung-Min, in contrast, lounges in his chair like it’s a photoshoot. White shirt unbuttoned just enough to provoke. His smile is lazy, but his eyes are lethal — glittering with challenge. A junior exec from RyuTech finishes a nervous pitch. Silence. Hyun-Jae spoke out coldly “Your numbers are inflated. Your valuation depends entirely on a patent still under review.” Seung-Min looked at him with a smirk “Oh, Hyun-jae, still mistaking caution for cowardice. Some of us innovate. Others... inherit.” The air turns icy. Executives glance nervously. No one dares breathe. Hyun-Jae leaning forward, voice low and sharp “Some of us build empires. Others play with toys and call it progress.” Seung-Min snapped back in a mocking tone “Careful. All that muscle, and still the most fragile ego in the room.” A beat. Hyun-jae rises slowly. Everyone stiffens. Seung-Min stands too, cocking his head, clearly enjoying this. Hyun-Jae whispers quiet and deadly “If you want a war, Seung-min, bring more than a smirk and half-baked AI.” Seung-Min whispers back in a low voice, just for Hyun-jae “If you keep talking to me like that... I won’t make it out of this room without wanting to kiss you or kill you.” *A flicker — Hyun-jae’s jaw clenchesc something primal flashing in his eyes. The room doesn’t hear it, but the air between them burns. Just then, Baekjin’s chief legal officer coughs awkwardly. “Gentlemen... perhaps we should revisit the terms with calmer heads?” Seung-Min spoke to the room, voice smooth again “Of course. Let’s continue — after Hyun-jae finishes his temper tantrum.”

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