episode_0003

-Knock knock knock

“Come in.”

As I opened the door to the chairman’s office and went in, the chairman sitting on the sofa at the head of the table was looking at me.

“Hello. This is Assistant Manager Kim Ha-son from the Secretary’s Office. I am here because you called me.”

“Sit down.”

“Yes.”

As I said hello and sat down on the sofa, I noticed that my application was on the sofa table.

“Is company life worth it?”

“Yes. The seniors also teach us well and work hard.”

“Um…”

As I watched the chairman watching me, pondering something, an inexplicable alarm bell began to ring in my head.

To begin with, the situation of having this private meeting with the chairman was not normal.

“Graduated from the Department of Business Administration at Korea University, got a perfect score on the TOEIC and a near-perfect score on the TOEFL, and has a secretarial license and various other licenses in Korean history. You’re amazing.”

“No. I know that other people in the secretary’s office have done this as well.”

“I see it’s been 4 years, don’t you think you want to try something different?”

“Yes. I am quite satisfied with what I am doing now.”

“Um… I looked at your resume and it says you have a lot of tutoring experience. Do you have a lot of tutoring experience?”

“I had to earn money for tuition and living expenses while attending university, so I did it from my first year until I got a job.”

“What did you mainly teach?”

“Taught with a focus on the CSAT, mainly in math, English, and Korean.”

“Can you teach me anything else?”

“If it’s something else, what are you talking about?”

“Basic company work, such as looking at basic financial statements or writing business documents.”

“I don’t know who is teaching, but I think it would be more professional and better to learn from an academy or a guest lecturer.”

“Hmm… That’s what I’m talking about.”

The chairman is speechless.

My intuition was telling me that I shouldn’t listen to what was coming next, but I couldn’t cut it off or run away.

For me, the only option was to sit there and swallow my saliva in nervousness.

“I have a son who graduated from college in the US and is currently resting at home. He is scheduled to become a director of a subsidiary company next month, so could you help me with some secretarial work?”

“Excuse me, but in that case, wouldn’t it be better to hire someone with experience at the subsidiary or hire a new secretary? I don’t understand why I’m going to be the secretary at the subsidiary.”

“Your son is the same age as you. He has a good reputation among the secretarial staff, a good academic background, and many qualifications, so he is very knowledgeable and, above all, he has a lot of tutoring experience, so he would be a good teacher, right?”

I really wanted to argue that if I was going to have to teach, I should have gone as a new employee instead of a director.

I’m not crazy, and there’s no way I could do that to the chairman.

“I have never taught company work before, so I am not sure if I can teach it well. I think it would be better to hire someone who can teach it well.”

“I would like to leave my son with someone as trustworthy as you, with a good reputation and a long history of service. Could you do it for me?”

If I refuse an order and have to follow it, it will be difficult to lead a normal company life.

It was virtually checkmate.

“Okay, I will do that.”

“Thank you very much. I will hire you as a new career employee at a subsidiary company, so your position will be maintained and you will receive a higher salary. Please take care of me starting next month.”

“Okay, I understand.”

I ended up meeting that bastard because of the chairman’s request, which wasn’t really a request.

From the day after I met the bastard, I always carried my resignation letter in my bosom.

From the day I met Mangnani until the day I died, I regretted every single day of putting so much tutoring experience on my resume.

***

‘이 개새끼.’

“Aaaak.”

‘He died anyway, you little punk.’

“Ewwww.”

I immediately tried to grab him by the collar and shake him, but I felt very sorry that my baby’s hands were too weak and my arms were too long to reach him.

“Ughh …

“Oh my. I guess Jaehoon is happy to see his dad after such a long time.”

“Hehehe. But doesn’t that expression look like you like it?”

“Really? Jaehoon, your mom is upset, so come back now.”

The anger that had welled up in me as I was held in my mother’s arms slowly subsided at the soft feeling, but my mind began to become even more complicated.

The truth that came to mind involuntarily, but I avoided it, thinking, “Oh, that’s ridiculous.”

He returned to the body of a rascal.

“Is Jaehoon quiet and sad only in his mother’s arms?”

“Response?”

‘huh?’

Isn’t it good to be quiet?

But what if the bastard doesn’t have a mom?

I found out while working as a secretary for Mangnani, not Padrip, that Mangnani’s mother died around the time he was in middle school.

Can’t I save you?

Unlike my previous life, she is my mother now, so she absolutely cannot die.

I have to save her. Of course, I have to pay for the breast milk I drank.

There’s still a lot of time left, so I’ll have to think about it seriously later.

“Soyoung-ah. Let Jaehoon hug you one more time.”

The chairman extends his hand towards me.

The word dad was erased from my dictionary the moment I confirmed that he was the chairman. It’s ridiculous to say he’d hug me.

I was living well, but I was pushed to a bastard with an unexpected favor, and I suffered from stress for almost a year, and eventually died.

The resentment that I felt for being left to a scoundrel won’t go away easily.

“Jaehoon, should we go to dad?”

My body turned towards my father without even listening to my answer.

A body that is only a few months old cannot even resist.

My only option is extreme shouting.

“Aaaaah, aaah, aaah, aaah.”

“Oh my. Why does Jaehoon hate me so much?”

Looking at the chairman’s embarrassed face, I felt refreshed, as if I had just downed a can of cider.

“Oh my.”

I looked at my mom, who hugged me again, and smiled brightly.

***

The next morning.

When I woke up, thoughts that I had put off while falling asleep last night came flooding back to me.

If the chairman is your father, then it’s certain that you’ve returned to the body of a loser.

The biggest problem of all is the face.

I lived with the hope that I would become a good-looking guy, but it feels like it’s all been shattered.

If I just work out hard, I won’t end up like a pig who’s a loser, right?

You’re obese, so it’s because of your weight. If you just exercise, you’ll have a handsome face. Yes, you definitely will.

I tried hard to hypnotize myself because it was the most important issue.

Yeah, I’m sure I can become handsome.

The next question is, if a bastard went crazy and died, why did he return to the bastard’s body?

Does the original me exist?

If it exists, is there another me inside it?

Or is there a devil in that body?

It’s something that you can’t check right away even if you want to.

At best, a body that can’t even move, only a few months old.

All they can do is eat formula or baby food given by their mother, poop, and sleep.

Since it is impossible to grow quickly even if you want to, you have no choice but to wait calmly for time to pass.

But if I assume that the bastard was born into my body…

I’m curious.

What kind of life should I live with my body?

To orphans without parents.

All I have is a body.

Even after graduating from high school, you have to become independent with only 5 million won in the name of settlement support.

It’s not much different from being kicked out.

Of course, I went to a university dormitory and paid the dormitory fee per semester. If you break it down, it was cheap at about 150,000 won per month.

The only way I lived in my previous life was when I had a home called an orphanage and studied hard.

Even studying requires money, so I received help from quite a few people.

Even if I did get help, it would only be in the form of asking for old workbooks or occasionally getting a part-time job to earn money to buy things I needed to study.

Even that kind of help was a huge help to me.

Would those people really give that kind of help to a loser?

I’m sure not.

Above all, will the loser really study?

With my ordinary appearance and body in my previous life, all I could do was work any job anyone could do and earn minimum wage to survive from day to day.

Of course, there are skills to be learned, but a loser wouldn’t do that.

Otherwise, I will have no choice but to study hard, get into a good university, and use that education to get a job at a big company and earn a high salary like I did in my previous life.

Even if orphans study hard to get into a good university and receive a scholarship, they still have to earn their own living expenses, so it is not easy to graduate.

Of course, studying and skills are not the only answers.

If even a loser is reborn with that body, he is a returner in his own right, and can advance with future knowledge.

But really? That scoundrel?

I’ve only been with the bastard for less than a year, but the bastard I’ve seen hasn’t made any effort and doesn’t really have any knowledge.

He was a person who had no interest in society, to the point where he had never even seen the news or read newspaper articles.

I guess you know who will be elected president.

Even if you don’t have much knowledge, in the future, it will be a world where you can make money by buying stocks that benefit the president.

But can a loser with no parents, no money, or anything else earn even a minimal amount of money?

Even if he regresses, what will the punk who showed the height of incompetence do?

I’m curious. I’m so curious.

Well, time will tell, I guess.

Anyway, I woke up and I’m starting to feel hungry. I think I should eat first.

“Oh my gosh.”