The study is dimly lit, filled with the quiet rustle of papers. Mr. Kim is seated behind his desk, glasses on, reviewing documents. Tae-sunga steps in, his face calm but determined. Je-huan follows, sensing the tension but staying silent for now.
Kim tae-sunga
(softly) Appa, can we talk?
Mr.kim
Looking up, surprised by his tone) Of course, Sunga. What’s on your mind?
Tae-sunga sits down, fidgeting slightly with his hands. Je-huan leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching closely
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