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<div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-size: 1em; line-height: -.2em; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: 0px; color: 181818; text-transform:;"> Slowly and carefully, he lowered the phone onto its cradle when the call ended, resulting in the gentle hum of dial tone. The soft click cued him to exhale the breath he held unconsciously. A smile spread slowly across his face, lighting up his normally sharp countenance. Yoon Ji Shin officially closed his first deal as President of Yoon Group. The meetings seemed endless, but he'd learned that the Chinese required a large amount of trust when it came to investing. Somehow, he gained the trust needed for the toy company to sign with his company for advertising and marketing. They hoped to release a line of stuffed toys to the Korean market, and Ji Shin believed his company would do well to assist. He'd done his research on the toy company as well as the products they wished to present. His also wanted to be able to trust them; they'd done well thus far.<br><br>
"Whoa! Daebak!" he wanted to celebrate the occasion, and he considered pouring a toast to a personal victory. Ji Shin spun around in his chair, seated behind his desk. Just as he thought to open the locked drawer behind his desk where he kept an expensive imported scotch for such an occasion, the intercom system on his phone pierced his joy bubble. "President Yoon, your ten o'clock is here. Should I send him in? Ji Shin sighed, pushing the button to respond. "Yea, send him in."<br><br>
Reclining in his plush chair, Yoon looked up at the ceiling while grinning shamelessly. So he came after all?, he thought as he reflected on the first time he stumbled across a choreographer's YouTube page. Always a fan of dance, he often viewed dancing videos at his leisure. In between scouting potential acts, he also sought out supporting talent. He found Moon Junsu on YouTube, but when he researched him, he found that Jae Byul Productions had already hired him as a freelance choreographer. For the first time, Ji Shin envied another company. Despite his inability to sign him, Ji Shin continued to follow his page; it became a habit. Recently, Moon uploaded a video that rekindles his initial interest to sign him. The lyrical flow, all done in clean English, sounded nothing short of impressive. So, Ji Shin dug a little deeper, not quite ready to throw in the towel.<br><br>
Usually not one to concern himself with tabloids or gossip, he knew nothing of the scandal that surrounded Junsu until he called a few acquaintances and got the full scoop. Moon Junsu was officially a free agent. Yoon jumped at the chance to arrange this meeting, and now that he knew the choreographer would soon enter his office, he felt delighted. "Today is a good day," he said as he sat upright in his chair again. The door opened, and his secretary entered first, wearing one of those sexy pencil skirts that hugged her legs. Almost certain she did so to impress him, he only found himself wondering how she managed to walk. "Moon Junsu-sshi is here to see you," she announced as she stepped aside to let the guest enter. Ji Shin stood up, trying not to smile too widely as he awaited Moon Junsu's entry.
<div style='align: center; padding-top: 1em;padding-bottom: 1em; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 1em; width: 365px; background-color: #181818; letter-spacing:2px;color: #709e52; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; '>this post is 569 words long. i'd like to say that this is for moonie. credit for this lovely thing goes to me for the banner and template @ Beautiful Disaster at CAUTION. lyrics are business Ė eminem. my character is wearing in banner.