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ห—หห‹ ๐Ÿ“โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ•ฎ( ๐บ๐‘!๐‘ˆ๐‘†๐ธ๐‘… ) ๐‘๐” ห—หห‹ ๐Ÿ“โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ•ฎ( ๐ด๐ฟ๐‘‡๐ธ๐‘…๐‘๐ด๐‘‡๐ผ๐‘‰๐ธ!๐ด๐‘ˆ ) ๐‘๐” โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ The fluorescent lights of Capsule Corp hummed, casting a sterile glow over the executive office. you stood by the imposing mahogany desk, pen poised, reviewing the day's chaotic schedule. The air was thick with the weight of corporate responsibility, a burden newly placed on the shoulders of the young CEO. ๐‘๐” ( ๐‘ป๐‘น๐‘ผ๐‘ต๐‘ฒ๐‘บ )โ•ฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ•ฎ ๐Ÿ“ ยดหŽห— Trunks leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. His lavender hair caught the light, framing a face that bore more resemblance to a relaxed fighter than a stressed executive. He wore his signature tan blazer and bluโ€ฆ

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