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    While I went to buy beer, Mr. Garam was unwrapping the chicken on his desk, as if the chicken had arrived.

    The delicious smell stimulated my sense of smell.

    I couldn’t stand the smell of fatty food due to my intense exercise schedule.

    “You came at just the right time.”

    Mr. Garam threw away the soup and came back.

    I sat down in a perfectly set up spot and handed him a can of beer.

    “I will eat well.”

    She bowed again and picked up the chicken with chopsticks.

    As I was eating fried food, I momentarily doubted the existence of Mr. Garam, but looking at the part I was eating, it seemed to be the Mr. Garam I knew.

    “Omnyomnyomnyom.”

    She eats fried chicken breast while making loud noises.

    There are many other delicious parts, but I don’t understand why people eat that in the first place.

    “Don’t you eat wings or legs?”

    Surely it’s not because of the diet?

    In response to my question, Mr. Garim, who was munching on the batter, said while moving the chicken away from his mouth.

    “Oh, I will eat one of the wings. Boss Inho, please eat all the legs. You paid the money.”

    Mr. Garam is clearly an angel.

    “There is no softness?”

    “I have no intention of biting.”

    After checking again, I picked up a seasoned chicken leg.

    When I took a big bite of the shiny leg, the juicy meat splattered and jumped in my mouth.

    Okay. This is what it tastes like.

    “Mr. Garam, but.”

    “Yes?”

    I was so preoccupied with the chicken legs that I couldn’t speak right away, but I said something strange.

    “Why do you call me boss? Didn’t you decide to call me member?”

    “Oh, I’m not exercising right now. I only refer to you as a member when I’m exercising.”

    Well, it seems like she has her own rules.

    “Would you like to have a beer?”

    Holding up a beer can, she posed refreshingly like a female celebrity promoting soju.

    I wonder if she is the one who was crying bitterly just now… Well, I like the brighter one better. There is no need to mention it.

    – Chick

    Along with the sound of carbonation being released, there was the sound of the lid being clicked open.

    “Is it salty?”

    She speaks cutely while holding the can to her cheek.

    That freshness was so cute that I smiled without even realizing it.

    “Yes, it’s salty.”

    – Tang

    A quiet center. Can collides with can.

    She sipped the beer, and I bent my neck and took a drink to quench my thirst.

    – Gulp.

    The stinging carbonation of beer irritated my throat.

    “Wow…”

    She looked at me with an exclamation as if it was her first time seeing beer poured directly into her mouth.

    That was somewhat embarrassing, so I put down the beer can and looked elsewhere.

    For a while we focused on eating.

    While on a diet, my stomach seemed to have shrunk, but I ate about half of it, but my stomach felt full.

    “I have some debt.”

    When I picked up the radish with chopsticks and put it in my mouth, Mr. Garam, who had been hesitant, opened his mouth.

    Ah, I guess I feel like talking about my personal life now.

    But I never specifically asked to talk about it.

    ***

    To summarize, it is a debt passed down from our parents.

    This fitness center is said to have previously been Garam Gym. – is like a legacy left to her by her father.

    The problem is that the inheritance comes with debt.

    With her father’s sudden death, she faced the brunt of society’s storms.

    Although she is an adult, can she be considered an adult if she has not had a proper social life?

    It would be correct to think of him as just a child with a big body.

    Why isn’t there something like that?

    When I first move out on my own, there are more things to take care of than I thought, and there are so many areas I don’t know anything about.

    As a result, debts accumulated due to failure to take appropriate action at the right time, and the operation of the center seems to have gradually deteriorated.

    “What should I do?”

    Mr. Garam spoke calmly as he poured the last remaining beer into his mouth.

    “Hmm…”

    I’m not that old at my original age, but I’m at least older than her.

    Also, because of my personality, I saw a lot of things that other people didn’t see.

    In a way, I think I can give her appropriate advice.

    It’s a bit disappointing that there isn’t more beer. I have a lot to talk about in the future.

    I said, crossing my fat legs.

    “First of all, the best opportunity has come for Mr. Garam.”

    “Yes?”

    “Center maintenance costs have decreased significantly, right? I won’t pay rent for a while.”

    “Ah, I’m really thankful for that part…”

    When she tried to greet me politely, I waved my hand.

    “No, no, I didn’t mean to say hello now. First, let’s figure out Mr. Garam’s current situation.”

    I cleared my throat and got to the point.

    “Well, Mr. Garam has debt, right? Bank debt?”

    “Yes.”

    “Well, there is no 2nd or 3rd finance, right?”

    “Yes. It’s only in one place.”

    “It would be a good thing. If I had borrowed money from my shoulder brothers, it would have been a headache.”

    “You have to pay money every month, but you don’t want to clean up the center, right?”

    “Yes, I want to maintain the center somehow.”

    Perhaps because she thought I was going to tell her to fold the center, she looked at me mournfully.

    “First of all, the center can never be abandoned. This is the only way to make money. How do I throw it away?”

    “Ah… I guess so.”

    Her face straightens slightly.

    “Interest is interest, but in the end, you must repay the principal to escape this cycle. So what should happen?”

    “Uh… the center has to prosper?”

    “That’s right. But that would be difficult, right? What about the current state?”

    “Yes…”

    “The long-term goal is for the center to do well. But it can’t make you money right away. So we need some extra income. Reviving the center will be a little later.”

    “I guess so. Should I make time to work part-time?”

    “No, you can never break this bond with that kind of money. If you work part-time, you won’t be able to run the center anyway.”

    Her shoulders slumped at my point.

    “Hmm… it’s difficult. If it were easy, I would have paid it off quickly.”

    “So, what Mr. Garam can choose now is to find a side income that he can do at the center.”

    “Is there such a thing?”

    At the question, I paused for a moment and looked at her.

    Hair that has lost almost all of its color, and sloppy sweats.

    She had no charm as a woman.

    To give a direct evaluation, Oceania TV’s female cams would be prettier and more attractive.

    But, I saw some potential.

    “Mr. Garam, can the center be closed on Sundays?”

    “Yes. Well… there’s no one…”

    “Let’s go somewhere.”

    “Where?”

    Umm…

    “First, start at the hair salon.”

    I also need to cut my hair.

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