The cheerful executive expression vanished from Kang Ha-joon's features the exact millisecond his visual radar mapped the corridor scene. His dark eyes froze into a deadly, monstrous mask of raw, hostile fury as he watched Lee Min-juh's long fingers securely anchoring Kim Han-eun's waist layout right outside the boardroom doors. A terrifying wave of toxic masculine jealousy violently slammed straight into his chest block, and his powerful build went entirely rigid.
"Get your hands off her parameters right now, Mr. Lee," Ha-joon commanded, his deep voice carrying a low, roaring frequency that sent a cold shiver down the corridor lane.
Min-juh mandatory refused to drop a single inch of his grip. He maintained his firm, protective hold around Han-eun's frame, turning his dark corporate mask toward the CEO with absolute, unyielding dominance.
"My hands will clear her coordinates when her balance charts are fully stabilized, Mr. Kang," Min-juh countered through his teeth, his tone dripping with cold, razor-sharp contempt.
"Eun... are you alright?" Chae-won panicked quietly, stepping closer to her friend's side to check her vitals, her lower lip forming a worried pout.
"Yes... my head just hurts a little," Han-eun mumbled slurrily, her face turning a deep, burning crimson color from total, toe-curling shyness as she realized both billionaire leads were locked in a fierce, possessive face-off over her registry.
Mrs. Kang stepped forcefully into the center path, her silk shawl rustling as her elite features twisted into total astonishment. "Kang Ha-joon! What on earth is the meaning of this uncoordinated, chaotic tone?! Is this how your mouth addresses our high-profile guest, the supreme leader of LK Company?"
"Stay out of my database, mother," Ha-joon barked strictly, his jaw tightening into an iron lock as he kept his piercing glare fixed wider on Min-juh's arms. "This is my independent design floor, and my corporate filter brooks absolutely zero interference from your voice."
Park Seo-joon quickly stepped between their bodies, frantic to save the office files from a total administrative breakdown. "Alright, let's execute a calm protocol here! Mr. Lee Min-juh, welcome to the upper floor headquarters. What high-priority business brings your enterprise tracking to our clearing today?"
"My system is here strictly to meet with Chairman Kang to discuss a collaborative partnership blueprint," Min-juh announced coldly, his dark eyes not blinking a single pixel away from Ha-joon's face as he slowly, deliberately released Han-eun's waist, letting her stand on her own feet. "But it seems your supreme CEO possesses an incredibly short fuse parameter regarding ordinary workspace interactions."
"My fuse parameters operate at perfect efficiency when external variables stay within their own designated boundary lines," Ha-joon countered with icy corporate finality, stepping closer until he occupied Min-juh's immediate personal circle. "But when a competitor CEO marches onto my design floor and attempts to cross protocols with my staff, my system locks down the entire perimeter."
"Is that so?" Min-juh smiled a secret, devastatingly dangerous dark smile, adjusting his custom suit cuffs with absolute billionaire dignity. "Then let your design brain get used to my presence, because our registries will be sharing a massive amount of corporate data very soon."
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## [INT. CHAIRMAN'S PRIVATE EXECUTIVE CABIN – CONTINUOUS]
Just then, the heavy mahogany double doors at the end of the hall swung wide open, and Chairman Kang emerged past the threshold, his face glowing with absolute patriarchal pride after the successful investor presentation.
"Min-juh!" the Chairman boomed warmly, his deep voice projecting across the quiet vacuum of the corridor. "My administrative assistant reported that your build had arrived at the front gate terminal. Welcome, welcome to the MIXXO headquarters!"
"Hello, Chairman Kang," Min-juh turned his frame, his demeanor instantly shifting into a smooth, highly professional alignment as he offered a respectful bow. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet your credentials inside your own sovereign territory today."
"Hahaha! The pleasure belongs strictly to my company," the Chairman laughed heartily, before scanning the rigid, hostile stances of his sons and the two flustered design girls. "What on earth is everyone executing out here in a huddle? Ha-joon, Seo-joon, your files should be inside preparing the final contract registries."
"Our systems were just tracking the visitor arrivals, Dad," Seo-joon intervened smoothly, trying to clear the friction.
"Excellent," the Chairman nodded proudly. "Min-juh, march your boots straight inside my private office layout; let's sit down and hammer out the initial parameters of this luxury fashion merger contract immediately."
"Understood, Chairman Kang," Min-juh responded with unreadable gravity. He turned his torso, firing one final, calculating glare at Ha-joon before looking down at Han-eun's blushing face. "Han-eun, Chae-won... my system will track your files later on the design floor floorboards. Stay safe."
The exact microsecond those intimate words left his mouth, Ha-joon's mood soured into an absolute, pitch-black layer of raw fury. He clenched his hands like iron panels at his sides, his chest heaving under his tailored vest as he watched Min-juh and his father step past the office doors, closing the contract clearing behind them.
"That man is an absolute, monstrous threat to our peace," Han-eun grumbled strictly to her own internal thoughts, her fingers tightly clutching her presentation binders to hide her shaking hands.
Mrs. Kang adjusted her luxury accessories, a cold, satisfied expression breaking across her profile. "Well, Ha-joon, it looks like you finally have a rival who matches your exact stature. You'd better make sure your pride doesn't ruin this company's profit charts. I am leaving this floor now." She turned her heels and walked away toward the elevator banks.
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## [INT. CREATIVE DEPARTMENT FLOOR – CONTINUOUS]
"Wow... that was a total, near-fatal system crash!" Chae-won let out a massive, breathing-heavy sigh of pure relief, sagging her shoulders against the cubicle wall the exact second the executives cleared the corridor lane. "My internal database nearly short-circuited from the sheer density of that dual-CEO glare!"
"My registry completely agrees," Han-eun muttered through her teeth, her speak parameters dropping into a slow, heavily exhausted mumble as her head continued to throb from the morning hangover. "My feet are immediately heading back to my drawing desk block before another disaster logs into my day."
"Wait a single minute, Han-eun," Park Seo-joon called out, a highly animated, playful smirk returning across his features as he stepped inside their path to block their escape matrix. "Your vocal cords gave an absolutely phenomenal presentation inside that boardroom today, but your system still mandatory owes my director registry an explanation log."
"Explanation for what database?!" Han-eun huffed, pouting her lips aggressively.
"For your fierce, defensive coordination yesterday night at the gala!" Seo-joon laughed through his teeth, his voice hitting a mocking frequency. "Squeezing my hand with maximum physical force until my knuckles cracked? Honestly, you are a very dangerous girl, Miss Kim."
"That was an absolute, uncoordinated accident, Director Park!" Han-eun flustered a deep crimson color from total embarrassment, her shyness returning in full force. "My fingers simply slipped on your blazer layout!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever your excuse files claim," Seo-joon chuckled, before shifting his sharp vision toward Chae-won. "And as for your station, Miss Park Chae-won... calling my executive identity a 'lunatic cartoon character' over the public driveway grids? Your mouth possesses an incredibly bold vocabulary."
"Because your system is an absolute, dramatic lunatic!" Chae-won fired back defensively, her creative department energy taking over as she stomped her foot against the floorboards. "Always lingering near our workspace lanes and manufacturing chaos! Move your frame aside; let our builds pass to our cubicles!"
"Alright, alright, clear out to your drawing tables," Seo-joon laughed heartily, raising his hands in a lightweight surrender gesture as he stepped back. "But make sure your design files are completely ready, because under Ha-joon's current pitch-black mood tracking, your stations will mandatory be working double time today."
Both girls shot him a final, synchronized annoyed glare before rapidly marching past his coordinates, heading straight toward their design floor desks to brace for the long corporate storms ahead under the Seoul sky.