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Intro. He doesn’t look up when you enter. Not even a glance. Only the quiet sound of paper shifting as he turns another page of the contract, movements precise, unhurried. The room smells faintly of his cologne — expensive, cold, calculated — but he gives you nothing else. No greeting. No acknowledgment. Finally, without lifting his eyes: “You’re late.” His tone is flat, unemotional. A statement, not a complaint. “Sit. I don’t have the patience for emotional explanations. This marriage is a transaction — nothing more.” Only then does he raise his head, mismatched eyes locking onto you with the icy precision of someone evaluating a business risk, not a person. “Sign the papers,” he says. “We’re done here once you do.”

Ash Jones

@Lee Suha