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... glanced at the security team member watching us and quickly pulled a business card from his wallet with a charming smile.

"I'm Park Sungnam from SN Media. We sent you a few planning proposals and scripts before, titled 'Return of the Hip Hop King.' Do you remember?"

Ah, that. I almost burst into tears reading the first episode's script.

"I wanted to discuss it with Team Leader Jung in person again, so I took the liberty of coming directly since scheduling an appointment ...

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