Prologue

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"Sir, are you really sir you want to do this? I mean, this purchase is beyond strange for our company. How will this affect the HYBE image?"

The shadowed man grinned at his desk, pausing the tapping of his ball-point pen on his glazed, spruce table.

"Trust me, I'm aware of all the risks I'm taking," he paused, placing a hand on his desk. "I know what I want. If you're smart, you'll let me have it."

The assistant gulped, clicking his pen and writing down something on his clipboard. "I understand, sir."

"Good."

After writing the note, the assistant turned on his heels, heading for the building hallway. He shut the door on his way out, giving the manager his privacy.

The man stood from his desk, dropping the cigarette that danced between his fingers into an ashtray. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his blazer, looking at the city below.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll be home soon."

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