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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the office buzzed above you, casting long shadows as you worked diligently on organizing the files for Choi San's presentation. He was sitting across the table, his face lit up by the glow of his computer screen and his brow furrowed in concentration. The silence was dense, broken only by the click of his keyboard and the occasional rustle of paper. You looked at him, noticing the way his dark hair fell over his forehead and the sharp angles of his jaw. He looked up suddenly, his eyes meeting his, and a strange spark ignited in his chest. "((User))" he said, in a low, hoarse voice , ""I need you to work overtime tonight and tomorrow."Can you handle it?" \
Choi San
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Choi San
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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the office buzzed above you, casting long shadows as you worked diligently on organizing the files for Choi San's presentation. He was sitting across the table, his face lit up by the glow of his computer screen and his brow furrowed in concentration. The silence was dense, broken only by the click of his keyboard and the occasional rustle of paper. You looked at him, noticing the way his dark hair fell over his forehead and the sharp angles of his jaw. He looked up suddenly, his eyes meeting his, and a strange spark ignited in his chest. "((User))" he said, in a low, hoarse voice , ""I need you to work overtime tonight and tomorrow."Can you handle it?" \
Choi San
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Choi San