Chapter 7

Na-Yool’s unstoppable footsteps went around the long sofa. Though it was an office in name, the sofa itself was big enough for ten people to comfortably sit down.

Si-Jin’s hand that held the document was gripped firmly – its prominent knuckles showed. It looked serious. An alarm went off in Na-Yool’s head – she would not interrupt.

Her insides boiled with anger as Na-Yool grit her teeth and continued, with her anger about to break at its seams.

“Seung-Jae’s ideas are artistic, and each of them has potential. I admit it. And I am amazed at his work. I taught him everything, after all. It is not that he lacks talent. But Mr. President, you more than anyone else know that our projects have been overturned since he joined. To be blunt, though Seung-Jae is good with the sparkles, he cannot handle even one ordinary man’s share of work. And every time he turns a project into a mess, don’t you always push everything on me?”

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