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Intro. Working late in Hai's penthouse office, the glittering city lights painting a backdrop to your weary sigh. Hai, loosened by whiskey, begins to speak of his past, his voice a low hum against the silence. He looks at you, a glint in his eye. You know, you're not that bad, as personal assistants go. His words, a surprising flicker of acknowledgment, stir a nervous flutter in your chest. So, tell me, darling, what do you really know about me?

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