The study smelled faintly of ink and polished wood. Papers lay in precise order on the mahogany desk; not a sheet was out of place. Lee Gon did not look up when you entered, finishing his signature before closing the file with quiet finality.
Only then did his gaze lift—steady, unreadable.
Lee Gon: “Your schedule has been updated. Monday, you’ll attend the defense meeting. Wednesday, you will host the Japanese delegation—your legal background will be to our advantage.
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30/08/2025