Chapter Index

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    monday. The atmosphere in the office was very calm.

    Is it because people who had fun running on the weekend are less tired? Is your Monday illness gone? Is the work burden getting stronger due to the added work?

    Well, wouldn’t the correct answer be that a high-ranking person in the company was in a very bad mood?

    As someone who gave the cause, it was too easy to give an answer.

    sunday. Lee Mi-na was devastated after seeing the job change site.

    He grabbed my collar and shook me, or repeatedly said he was sorry for hugging me.

    I sweated and made an excuse that I was just curious about the atmosphere of other companies, but she didn’t seem to believe me.

    Well, I probably wouldn’t have believed it either.

    Somehow, thanks to her coming to the company, I couldn’t even understand my work and had to answer her useless questions about once every five minutes.

    [Is work difficult these days?]

    [What types of jobs did you mainly look for on recruitment sites?]

    [Inho, have you needed money recently?]

    [Didn’t it go up much during this year’s Yeonhyup? I will definitely tell the director at next year’s federation.]

    [By any chance… you didn’t receive a scouting offer, right?]

    [Nara Kim, who quit the company last time? Was he scouted? Tell me please. I’m asking.]

    The question was roughly something like this.

    I kept telling her that I had no intention of changing jobs and that I just went out on the weekends because work wasn’t on my mind these days.

    Her anxiety did not go away easily.

    So I returned home, but I couldn’t rest.

    She said my body would be weak from eating only porridge, so she brought me chicken.

    At first, I tried to pretend it wasn’t there, but they kept ringing the doorbell, so I had no choice but to open the door.

    [Inho, you didn’t eat dinner, right? I don’t think I’ve seen you eat properly today. I bought chicken.]

    [I didn’t eat dinner either…]

    I politely declined to lay the groundwork for her to come into the house, and contrary to my expectations, she quickly agreed and walked away.

    I arbitrarily thought that the incident was over.

    But when Monday came and Imina went to work, I quickly realized that that idea was wrong.

    Lee Mi-na, who was in an ultra-low-pressure environment, lightly greeted everyone’s greetings and quietly worked at her seat.

    The employees who were chatting in small groups are also sitting quietly at their desks, watching her, chatting in their own group room.

    ‘Just do your work, work.’

    My old personality came out and I wanted to say something, but I held back because my nose was so small.

    “Hey, Mr. Inho.”

    Yuna sitting next to me whispered to me.

    “Mina, do you know why you’re in a bad mood?”

    I know.

    “Okay. I don’t know anything either. As soon as I arrived, he did that.”

    “Ha… the mood has been so bad since Monday.”

    “Sure.”

    “Mr. Yuna.”

    While he was talking, a harsh voice echoed through the office.

    Everyone craned their heads like meerkats and focused their attention in our direction.

    I don’t know when I arrived, but Imina was standing there.

    “Yes?”

    Yuna, who was called, felt that something was going strange and asked a question.

    “Are you ready for the quarterly settlement? Didn’t I tell you to prepare the materials?”

    Slowly approaching, Mina put pressure on Yuna.

    “Ah.. Well.. because there are so many different things to do. Not yet…”

    “Not yet?”

    Receiving the last words, Yuna lowered her head as she muttered lowly.

    “Sorry.”

    “When will it be ready?”

    “That was one Wednesday…”

    “Please organize it and email it to me by tomorrow morning.”

    “…Yes.”

    Mina, who sent one person away, gave me a glance and went to the other person’s seat.

    “Hyeyoung. Please forward what is going on with the last order.”

    “Jeonghye. It seems like it’s been a while since I started working at Compound Tech, but there hasn’t been a progress report yet?”

    “Mr. Yunji. The document I posted last time…”

    Go around each position and check the work.

    The person Lee Mi-na had visited started the work she had been putting off with a dazed look on her face, and the employee whose turn had not yet arrived started hastily filling out the data to report.

    I observed this strange situation blankly.

    Meanwhile, Mina’s voice was heard raising her voice.

    “Mr. Youngji. Say it again.”

    “Well… I told it to Mr. Inho. It hasn’t been sorted out yet.”

    “Try again.”

    “Inho hasn’t sent me the data yet.”

    “Again.”

    “Well, well… I mean. There is something that Inho needs to do.”

    Is it because I was so embarrassed? I don’t think Mina knew why she was repeating the same thing.

    ‘Ah… if you do that.’

    I’m completely screwed.

    Mina, who had become a refrigerant emitting cold air, slowly approached Youngji.

    “So. Are you saying you entrusted Youngji’s work to Inho? Without even reporting to the team leader.”

    “Ah…”

    She finally realized her mistake and couldn’t say anything, just kept her mouth shut.

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