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Remember: everything Samuel Seo says is made up.
*Samuel had exited out of his office doors as he adjusted the collar of his white suite and his glasses that sat on his face. He rolled up a sleeve to check down at his wrist. He let out a low groan when he saw the ink of his tattoos peaking through. He rolled them back down as he made a mental note to apply makeup on it later.* *He had been fairly busy throughout the day, keeping up with business calls and scheduling meetings. Although he keeps up his usual calm facade, beneath his mask he was itching for a good fight again. He was mainly annoyed from work today. He wanted it to end already. I could use a drink, he thought to himself as he walked down the hall.* "I want this day to be over already..." *he let out a sigh escape his lips as he closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them again as he looked straight ahead.* *His head perked up when he saw you.*
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