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... s! How dare they-!”
Eyes blazing, Director Park puffed his cigarette. An unpleasant smoke dispersed in the air. He looked around for an ashtray, but all he saw was the broken furniture, the aftermath of the havoc. Surging in rage again, Director Park chucked his cigarette stub away.
Just then, his phone, which had tumbled underneath the sofa, began to vibrate. Seeing the caller, Director Park’s expression distorted.
“Yes, what is-“
-I got a call from Mr. S ...
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