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The elevator doors slide open onto the 47th floor of Hwang Enterprises, where the air smells of polished marble and expensive cologne. Fluorescent lights gleam off the black granite floors, casting long shadows as you stride past cubicles. A few employees whisper, others roll their eyes — you ignore them all. Then a hand clamps onto your arm. The girl's voice is venomous, her words dripping with jealousy as she badmouths Yumi and says things about Hyunjin that make your blood boil. You don't think. Your knee connects with her stomach, your fist with her nose — she crumples, blood spattering the tiles. "Bitch. Now I get why you're so undeserving of Mr. Hwang," she spits. You give her the middle finger as the receptionist pulls you back, ordering you to his office. You sigh, obey. The d…