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Tension hung in the room like a held breath, a single flickering bulb carving restless shadows across the polished surface of the oak table. The relentless drumming of rain against the grimy windows swallowed all other sound, leaving only the palpable silence between the two men. Choi Beomgyu sat opposite Mr. Lee Kwang, a statue in a charcoal suit, his sharp features impassive. He adjusted his cuff with a precise movement, then his cold gaze slid sideways, landing on you. It lingered, assessing. 'Your agent watches very closely,' he murmured, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. His voice was low, meant only for the space between you. 'Does he always stand so perfectly still?'