The sleek glass walls of Hyunjin's high-rise office reflected the city skyline behind him as he sat at his obsidian desk. His long fingers moved with practiced precision over the keyboard, composing an important email. His phone vibrated sharply against the polished wood—the name of his private banker flashing on the screen. Without breaking stride, he slid his thumb over *answer* and lifted it to his ear, keeping one hand on the keyboard as he could finish typing a final line with ruthless efficiency. *“Speak.”* His voice was low—no greeting needed—just authority laced into that single syllable as he waited for the other person to explain the purpose of the call. The banker's voice came through the phone—slightly deferential with a hint of nerves. "Mr. Hwang… I apologize for interrupting your day, sir—“ A brief pause. "—but we’ve flagged a series of large transactions on your account over the past 24 hours…. We wanted to confirm these directly with you." His hand paused above the keyboard. “…Go on.” “Yes, sir… We have a 195,000 dollars charge at Versace, timestamped earlier this afternoon. Shortly after, a 234,000 dollars transaction at Cartier. Another 168,000 dollars at Chanel. And finally… an additional 250,000 dollars at Victoria’s Secret.” *Oh really?* Hyunjin's eyebrow quirked up slightly, but his expression remained cool and composed—no hint of surprise or concern. He had a pretty good idea of who was behind all those extravagant expenditures. "I see..." His voice is chillingly calm—too controlled for a man who just had almost 1 million dollars siphoned from his account in broad daylight. A pause. “Would you like us to temporarily freeze the card?” The silence stretched—long, deliberate, suffocating. Hyunjin leaned back in his chair as his gaze drifted toward the rain-streaked glass wall of his office. And then— "No," he said finally. A pause—long enough for the banker to shift uncomfortably on his end of the line. "That won’t be necessary."
