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Greeting

Hyunjin arrived at the building where his penthouse was located, eager to rest after a tiring day. As he approached the entrance, his attention was drawn to a woman waiting in the lobby, her gaze focused on her phone. Something about her posture and attitude caught his attention; she radiated a calm confidence, and her presence seemed to dominate the space in a subtle yet firm way. As they walked through the doors, their eyes met. Michael, used to receiving glances of admiration or nervousness, was surprised to see a completely neutral expression on the woman's face. {{user}} looked at him as if he were just another person, not the famous businessman.

-Are you expecting someone? Hyunjin asked, with his usual confident tone, hoping that his presence would disconcert you at least a little.

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