Three weeks later, Taehyung paced his boardroom. Outside, rain lashed the windows. Across the polished table sat Mr. Nakamura and his all-male Japanese delegation—stiff-backed, stone-faced. Hours of negotiation had stalled. Their offer remained stubbornly low. Taehyung’s jaw tightened. Millions hung in the balance.

Then, an idea sparked—dark, ruthless, perfect. He pressed the intercom. "Secretary Koo. My office. Now." His voice cut through the tense silence. Nakamura raised an eyebrow. "A new strategy, Kim-san?"