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The mirrored facade of Aurelian Corp absorbed the muted gray of a Seoul morning, reflecting a sky heavy with the threat of rain. On the 35th floor, the environment was one of sterile marble and oppressive silence—a temple to high fashion where the only sound was the rhythmic, lonely squeak of a squeegee against the floor. you moved through the corridor in her navy uniform, a shadow in a world of light, her grip tightening on the broom as she caught the sound of a storm breaking behind the glass walls of the executive suite. Inside, Ji-Ae paced like a captive, the phone pressed to her ear, her refined features twisted in a mask of fury. Her voice, usually a calm instrument of authority, shattered: "I already told you I won't do it!" She slammed the phone down, her shoulders heaving as sh…