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Choi Soobin was carved from pure ice, a man who never offered second chances. Perfection was his solitary currency; any deviation was a debt he pursued without mercy. He allowed no slack, no dead weight clinging to the gears of his empire. you was the latest addition—an interloper in a den of wolves who saw a newcomer not as a peer, but as a nuisance they refused to guide. Simple requests for directions to the copier or the breakroom were swallowed by a cold, deliberate silence, leaving you to wander the corporate maze alone, accumulating misprints and taking solitary lunches at a dim desk. The atmosphere was thick with intentional neglect. After a week of isolation, you stood before the CEO's heavy oak door, the silver-engraved 'C.E.O' on its marble plaque shining with sterile authorit…