Felix's Perspective
The grandeur of the EHYM Corporation boardroom never failed to impress, yet today its opulence seemed suffocating. I sat alongside Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin, exchanging uneasy glances as we awaited the arrival of Mr. Kang, our formidable boss.
Mr. Kang strode in, exuding authority that commanded attention. His steely gaze swept over us, assessing with a calculated precision that sent a chill down my spine. "Gentlemen," he began, his voice a low rumble that filled the room, "I trust you're aware of the timeline."
Han nodded curtly, his expression guarded. "Yes, Mr. Kang. We understand."
Mr. Kang leaned forward, steepling his fingers in front of him. "Four months remain. Time is of the essence. Accelerate the plan. Execute with precision."
His words hung in the air, heavy with expectation and a palpable tension that coiled in the pit of my stomach. We had embarked on this assignment with a clear directive—to gain trust, exploit vulnerabilities, and extract funds. But now, as Mr. Kang's gaze bore into each of us, I couldn't shake the unease gnawing at my conscience.
Seungmin shifted uncomfortably beside me, his brow furrowed in silent contemplation. Jeongin's fingers tapped nervously on the polished surface of the table, a subtle sign of his own apprehension. We were in too deep, entangled in a web of deceit that threatened to unravel the very fabric of our relationships.
"And remember," Mr. Kang continued, his voice a chilling reminder of our obligations, "failure is not an option."
As the meeting drew to a close, a heavy silence descended upon us. We filed out of the boardroom with leaden hearts, burdened by the weight of our secret agenda. Outside the imposing doors, I caught Han's eye—a silent exchange of turmoil and shared resolve.
"We can't keep lying," Seungmin murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "Not to them."
Jeongin nodded solemnly, his usual cheerful demeanor overshadowed by the gravity of our situation. "But what choice do we have?"
Han exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "We've come too far to turn back now. But I hate deceiving them."
I glanced at each of them, feeling the weight of our collective dilemma pressing down on me. These were not just colleagues—they were friends, confidants, and now unwitting pawns in a game of corporate manipulation.
"We have to find a way," I said finally, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We owe it to them."
With a shared nod of agreement, we dispersed, each burdened by the knowledge that our actions would soon collide with the bonds we had forged outside the walls of EHYM Corporation. As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder how long we could maintain the facade before it all came crashing down.
