The Storm Before the Calm

The tension in the grand office was suffocating. The entire floor was silent except for the sharp, icy voice that cut through the air like a blade.

Ronan Kwon stood at the head of the long, polished table, his presence towering over the trembling executives before him. His dark suit, sharp as his glare, only amplified the power he held in this room.

“You call this a report?” His voice was low but lethal, a quiet storm before the inevitable thunder. He tossed the thick stack of papers onto the table, the loud slap of paper against wood making everyone flinch.

“Millions of dollars, months of negotiations—ruined. Because of what? Your incompetence?” His hands were clenched, barely holding back his fury. “I don’t tolerate failures in my company.”

The executives exchanged panicked glances, their hands clammy, their throats dry. They had seen Ronan furious before, but today, he was merciless.

“If you can’t handle the responsibility I give you, then leave. I don’t need dead weight.” His voice was like ice, his dark eyes burning with rage.

Then—

A soft knock at the door.

Everyone in the room froze.

And then, she walked in.

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The tension shifted in an instant.

Ronan’s piercing eyes, still laced with fury, flickered towards her, and just like that—his entire demeanor changed. His shoulders relaxed, his jaw unclenched, and his fingers loosened from their tight grip.

She looked at him, then at the terrified workers. With a simple gaze, she knew what was happening.