"You are fucking crazy!"
-Sunoo
"We are all crazy.., you just refuse to see it Sunoo-ya.."
"Let me go.. please"
-Sunoo
"I would, but where's the fun in that, hm?"
A story abou...
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A year had passed since Sunghoon's graduation, Sunghoon had joined his family business and worked under his father. He proved his worth by taking his family's gaming company to new heights.
His days became hectic, full of strategy meetings, relentless negotiations, and tireless work. He was respected by everyone and all the employees looked up to him.
Sunghoon loved alone in his Penthouse, located in the heart of the city. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its glow across the cityscape, Sunghoon gazed out of the window. The neon lights below shimmered in harmony with the stars above.
The phone buzzed, he picked up his phone with a click, Sunghoon answered, his voice an embodiment of authority.
"Send the quarterly projections to my desk. I'll review them before the board meeting tomorrow," Sunghoon commanded, his tone cutting through the air like a sharpened blade.
"Yes, Mr. Park," his secretary replied, the voice on the other end filled with respect.
Sunghoon leaned back, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. He was in a deep thought until his phone chimed again, bringing him back to the reality. This time with a message notification. Sunghoon's eyes flickered to the screen, words flashing in bold. "Miss wonyoung's art exhibition next week. VIP invitation for you, sir."
A faint smile crept on Sunghoon's lips. "Send the time and date, to my secretary" he typed with precision, his fingers tapping on the screen with calculated indifference.
To some people sunghoon's success was too fast, and they mocked him calling his hardwork pure luck. Only he knew how hard he had worked in the one year. He will do anything and everything he has to fulfill his promise.
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The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Sunghoon's house, casting a golden glow on his surroundings.
Dressed in exquisite attire that exuded luxury. His fingers adorned with intricate rings, a gleaming watch on his wrist, and his glasses hanging on the bridge of his sharp nose.
Seated in the middle of his living room, he cradled a coffee cup, his eyes focused on his iPad going through the news of global markets and business developments.
A message from his secretary brought him back to the present, and he rose with grace, his tailored suit emphasizing his stature. The bag and iPad were handed to him by his attentive maid, and he proceeded to the garage where his car was waiting for him.
