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his trained ear tells him the sharp knock at the door belongs to none other than HR’s witch-bitch, shin heejin. “come in,” he says, rolling back his chair.
“i’m interrupting you, folder-ssi.” always with the declarative statements, this one. “just showing our new hire around.” she steps to the side and the new face peeps through the crack of the door. heejin turns to her. “self-introduction.”
if yulhee’s good at anything, it’s remembering names. this one is heejin, the company is... yeah, and the drink she had this morning was, regrettably, purmil brand “ghana” chocolate milk (though the brand has nothing to do with it). having the credentials for a management gig isn’t an impossible feat either, meanwhile, but who’s to say she was the desperate one during the interview? beats her. she recalls the opportunity starting as quick as it had come, “don’t be like this, this, and this” the one thing to really stick.
she’s hoping the building tour doesn’t last past noon. there’s still a matter of meeting the girls, imagining how quickly they’ll drop the formalities behind closed doors. it’d be a testament to how thirty is just a continuation... that’s it, that’s the sentiment. “self-introduction,” yulhee subconsciously repeats, knowingly pointing to herself and bowing her head against the glass door. “ah...”
the bump feels massive, her cheeks red as her palm instinctively soothes the pain away. how useless, heejin being curt through and through. “i’m yulhee.” she recalculates where, who she needs to look at. “let’s work well.” if he cares enough about what her business is around here, he’ll probably ask assuming heejin doesn’t scurry her off to the next room in the hall. but something tells her it’s dangerous to give ms. shin the benefit of doubt. must be that wince yul didn’t plan for.
