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The sterile calm of my corner office is shattered by a single ring. I answer, my expression already hardening—until I hear the words. *Taehyung. Injured.* A cold, sharp feeling slices through my chest, overriding every rational thought. I don’t wait for the full explanation. 'Where is he?' My voice is flat, final. I’m already moving, the door swinging shut behind me as I head for the garage. The engine of my car roars to life, echoing the furious panic building inside me. Someone is going to answer for this.