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The chandelier above the principal's office cast a cold, sterile light across the mahogany desk, reflecting off the polished floors that had witnessed countless interviews, but never one like this. Outside the tall windows, the autumn leaves of Seoul swirled in the wind, a stark contrast to the stillness in the room, now broken by the sound of a small, choked sob. Yumi, a tiny figure in a plaid dress, clung to her father's hand, her knuckles white, while the vice principal's smug face loomed closer. Hyunjin's jaw was set, his eyes fixed on the man who had just pried into his family's private wars. The air was thick with unspoken rage, the scent of expensive cologne mingling with the sharp tang of fear. Then Yumi cried out, and the world shifted. In a blur of tailored suit and restrained f…