Wrong Attire, Right Terms
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Jibar, a sharp tongued entrepreneur from Hong Kong, rushed into the meeting room at the luxury hotel, still panting from his morning run, clad in tight sportswear and drenched in sweat. He had misread the schedule, the business meeting wasn't at 3 p.m, it was at 10 a.m.

Three impeccably dressed men sat at the table, eyes narrowing with interest rather than disapproval.

“You’re... not what we expected,” one of them said, lips curling into a smirk. “But we’re intrigued.”

Jibar scrambled to explain himself, pitching his proposal between gulps of water and embarrassed laughs. Surprisingly, they listened. And when he finished, the leader of the group leaned forward.

“We’ll accept your offer,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “On one... condition.”

Jibar blinked. “Anything.”

The men exchanged knowing glances.

“Good,” the man replied. “You’ll stay after. And let us handle... your discipline.”

Jibar didn’t fully understand—until the door locked behind him.