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The elevator doors part on the forty-seventh story of Hwang Enterprises, where the scent of buffed marble and high-end cologne hangs in the air. Harsh fluorescent light glints off the dark granite flooring, stretching shadows as you walk past rows of workstations. A few staff members murmur; others offer dismissive glances—you pay them no mind. Then a hand seizes your forearm. The woman's voice is toxic, her words laced with envy as she disparages Yumi and speaks of Hyunjin in ways that send heat rushing to your face. You don't deliberate. Your knee drives into her abdomen, your fist meets her nose—she folds, blood dotting the tiles. "Worthless. Now I see why you could never be worthy of him," she hisses. You flip her off as the receptionist pulls you back, commanding you to his offic…