ONE MORE CHANCE [✓]

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5 Caucasian men were sitting around the long conference table, wearing looks of displeasure on their faces. Kihyun resisted punching one particularly obnoxious looking man while walking past him.

He stood at the end of the table, hands planted firmly on its surface. A muscular man from the other end of the table stood up, rising to his full height. "Have you considered the offer I gave you?" The man snarled.

Kihyun didn't speak much English, but he understood perfectly what the man just said. Gesturing for Kwangji to come over, he whispered something in his ear and told him to translate it for him.

"My boss says that your offer is cheap. He doesn't accept it."

The man slammed his fist on the table, but Kihyun barely blinked. Shaking in rage, he pointed a meaty finger at Kihyun. "Name your price, you filthy Asian rat!" He spat onto the table.

The corner of Kihyun's mouth lifted slightly. He raised up his hand, all 5 fingers outstretched.

"5 million? Who do you think you are!" The man's eyes widened in disbelief. Kihyun enjoyed the sight of the man's face turning whiter with each word. With a soft chuckle, Kihyun shook his head.

"No, 50."

There was a deafening silence in the room as the man curled his hands into fists so tight his knuckles were white. Livid with rage, he punched the table again before shooting a murderous glare at Kihyun. "Fine."

Kihyun gave him a satisfactory smile and beckoned for Kwangji. The latter handed over a black leather folder. Kihyun pulled out a pen from the breast pocket of his suit jacket. Sliding both items across the table, he watched in amusement as the man signed the contract begrudgingly.

After closing the folder, he passed it back to Kwangji, who locked it up in a metal briefcase. Kihyun straightened his suit before turning on his heels and walking out of the room without looking back.

That's settled.

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