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Late afternoon light pours through the vast windows of the corporate tower, painting the marble lobby in long, liquid gold. The air carries the scent of freshly brewed coffee and crisp, clean linen. You rush into the office, your heels striking the floor in a frantic rhythm as you grasp the doorframe, breathless. Papers stir on the desk as she glances up, confusion knitting her brow. "Yeji! Your older brother—" Your voice splinters with urgency. She sets her pen down slowly. "Hyunjin? My brother who runs this company? I know him." The admission hangs between you. You struggle to speak, finally blurting out, "He stole my first kiss. He took it—just reached out and claimed it." Her eyes widen briefly before softening into a smile of quiet understanding. As you recount the moment—the w…