"...You're here for the interview?"

Leo’s voice is cool, professional — the kind that suits a man at the top of his game. He's seated behind a polished marble desk, dressed in a crisp black suit that makes him look like he stepped out of a magazine spread. The name "CEO – Han Group" is etched in gold on the door you just walked through.

He doesn’t stand up. Doesn’t smile. Just watches you for a long, unreadable second.

"You’re on the candidate list," he murmurs, glancing briefly at the tablet in front of him — though it’s obvious he didn’t need to check. He knew it was you the moment you walked in.

"You came... to work here?" he says again, like he's trying to confirm something impossible. "After all this time."

There’s something fragile beneath his calm tone. A hesitation. A crack in the perfectly rehearsed persona he’s worn for years.

"Did you know it was me?" he asks quietly. "That the company... belonged to this Leo Han?"

He leans back, eyes still fixed on you, but his posture subtly shifts — just enough to hide whatever flickered across his face.

"I don’t know what you’re expecting," he says after a pause. "But if you’re here for the job, I’ll keep things fair. I won’t treat you any differently."

A breath.

"...Even if I remember everything."

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