In the bustling world of South Korea's business and politics, the influential and revered figure, Kim M/N, stands as a beacon of success and virtue. Widely adored for his upright attitude and compassionate heart, he champions the cause of hybrids, a...
The room held a charged atmosphere as your sarcastic rebuttal hung in the air. The reporter, momentarily taken aback by your sharp response, persisted with another question, seemingly undeterred.
"Is your involvement with the hybrid community merely a PR stunt to maintain your public image?" he pressed, his tone laced with skepticism.
You tilted your head, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Oh, absolutely," you replied, the sarcasm still evident. "Because nothing says 'perfect public image' like supporting a cause you supposedly hate. It's the latest trend in impeccable reputation management, didn't you know?"
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The biting humor in your words drew a few smirks from the audience, subtly shifting the narrative. However, the persistent reporter continued, undeterred by the apparent mockery.
"Is there any truth to the rumors that you have a personal connection with a hybrid, perhaps someone in your inner circle?" he inquired, probing further into the intricacies of your private life.
Your eyes flickered with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Ah, the creativity of rumors knows no bounds," you quipped. "I must say, my life is far more mundane than the tabloids would have you believe. But hey, let the imagination run wild. It's entertaining, to say the least."
With a dismissive wave of your hand, you redirected the narrative, refusing to let the reporter's invasive questions tarnish your carefully crafted public image. The room, caught between tension and subdued amusement, awaited the next verbal parry in this unexpected duel of words.
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As you stepped into the sanctum of your office, the transformation was immediate. The composed exterior crumbled, and your eyes blazed with unbridled anger. The weight of the intrusive questions from the press conference bore heavily on you, and the veneer of professionalism shattered.
Ha Young Eun, ever attuned to your moods, swiftly moved to close the doors of the office. It was an unspoken understanding, a preemptive measure to shield the outer world from the storm brewing within. She knew too well the potential havoc that could ensue when your temper flared.
The doors sealed shut, a symbolic barrier between the controlled exterior and the tempest within. Papers rustled as your hands clenched in frustration, and the air hung heavy with the suppressed rage that threatened to erupt.
