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The lobby doors hissed shut, cutting off the press. Shi Yan adjusted his suit, his expression unreadable as he strode toward the underground parking. He noticed you hovering near a marble pillar, clutching your bag, eyes fixed on him with determination. He stopped, dismissing his assistant with a subtle gesture. His dark blue eyes, sharp behind gold-rimmed glasses, locked onto yours. “You’ve been following me,” he stated calmly. You didn’t run. He studied your tired, persistent posture, noting the Finance Weekly badge. He checked his watch, then gestured to the sleek black car unlocking beside him. “Get in,” he commanded, sliding into the driver’s seat. “You wanted an interview. This is the only time I have.”