"So, what are you going to do now, Director?"
A calm atmosphere fills the interior of the car.
"They had no intention of negotiating with us in the first place. Well, that's about it. It was expected, so I'm not particularly surprised."
It's a calm feeling because they act like they'll do well and like they're the saviors, but behind the scenes, they somehow interfere and meddle. It's the same as before.
"I'm sure you know, Secretary Kim, you were also a member of Wiz*One."
"As I said before, it's a misunderstanding, sir."
"I happened to glance at the lock screen. Just now, Kim Min-ju was greeting me warmly."
The sight of him holding the steering wheel with a bewildered expression is literally like that of prey being chased by a wild beast.
"Are you embarrassed to be a Wiz*One member? Then let's stop."
lips that are bitten tightly
"How could that be? I am proud and confident that I am a member of Wiz*One. However, I believe that personal feelings during work only interfere with the work."
"Didn't you already offer me a recruitment pick full of your own selfish desires? You said there is no such thing as a perfect girl group like IZ*ONE."
"I hope you understand that I spoke objectively about that part, without any selfish motives. My belief is that work should always be done objectively."
It was always a pleasure to meet fellow comrades.
"Still, it's fortunate that Secretary Kim gets to meet her favorite person first."
"yes?"
"The next schedule is Rural Works. It's just been decided."
The unbearable smile spreading across my lips is like looking into a mirror.
"We will serve you more safely, comfortably, and quickly than anyone else."
Through the dense forest of buildings, the dreams and hopes of two men, no, millions, run faster than anyone else.
dark room
"@@The prosecution has launched an investigation after it was revealed that the CEO of Entertainment had assaulted a celebrity of the company. This has been happening recently..."
"Woenter? I've never heard of it before. Have you ever heard of it?"
"I guess this is how I can explain the hobbies of a chaebol's son."
"A chaebol family? You're the son of a chaebol family. Where did you work for that you're so upright?"
A meaningful smile passes by.
"Samjeong, the youngest son of Samjeong Chairman Baek Geun-hyeok, a rascal, and a genius of the century."
"You've lost your sense of humor. How dare you treat such a jewel so lightly. Of course you have your own thoughts."
"It's been a while since it was abandoned. That friend said it's been almost three years since he kicked me out of Samjeongga. It took some time to find it because he erased it so many times."
The man's lips tremble as he picks up a piece of sushi.
"I wonder if he's an illegitimate child?
"I had an accident, it was quite big."
A woman carefully pours a drink next to the man.
The alcohol spills out as his foot gets caught in the gap, wetting the man's pants.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry."
A handprint is carved into the woman's face, turning red with a creepy sound.
A man who turns his head away as if he doesn't know
"I'll get up first. I have some work to finish."
"Okay, see you later."
Beyond the closing bars, a scream was heard, as if crying out for help, but in the darkened Japanese restaurant, everyone was deaf.
(P.S.: I apologize for the somewhat uncomfortable content. However, this is a part of the process of satire and facing reality, so I ask for your understanding.)
