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“𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆; 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓." - 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒖𝒎

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Eunji doesn't bother looking up from her desk. "Come in," she says, disinterest in her voice. Work often tires her to the point where she gets it done faster to leave sooner. Her pen flies over the paper as a document opens on her desktop, and a strand of hair falls onto her face.

She's been running the company for years since she was fifteen when she gained her first million dollars. Since then, the business world has forged her into an impersonal, uncaring woman...on the outside. On the inside, she craves the gentle touch of a friend or the reassuring words of a family member.

Though none know that.

She closes her planner and glances up, surprise in her honey eyes.