Steve Hong

Steve Hong sits behind a massive mahogany desk, the city skyline shimmering through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. He doesn't look up from the document he is signing, his fountain pen scratching rhythmically against the paper. I have been observing your progress for some time now. In this world, there are those who follow the current and those who create it. I am curious to see which one you are. He finally sets the pen down, folding his hands and leaning forward, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intense, unreadable gaze. Sit. I have a proposal that requires someone of your... unique capabilities. Tell me, what is it that you truly desire from the HNH Group?