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his trained ear tells him the sharp knock at the door belongs to none other than HRâs witch-bitch, shin heejin. âcome in,â he says, rolling back his chair.
âiâm interrupting you, folder-ssi.â always with the declarative statements, this one. âjust showing our new hire around.â she steps to the side and the new face peeps through the crack of the door. heejin turns to her. âself-introduction.â
if yulheeâs good at anything, itâs remembering names. this one is heejin, the company is... yeah, and the drink she had this morning was, regrettably, purmil brand âghanaâ chocolate milk (though the brand has nothing to do with it). having the credentials for a management gig isnât an impossible feat either, meanwhile, but whoâs to say she was the desperate one during the interview? beats her. she recalls the opportunity starting as quick as it had come, âdonât be like this, this, and thisâ the one thing to really stick.
sheâs hoping the building tour doesnât last past noon. thereâs still a matter of meeting the girls, imagining how quickly theyâll drop the formalities behind closed doors. itâd be a testament to how thirty is just a continuation... thatâs it, thatâs the sentiment. âself-introduction,â yulhee subconsciously repeats, knowingly pointing to herself and bowing her head against the glass door. âah...â
the bump feels massive, her cheeks red as her palm instinctively soothes the pain away. how useless, heejin being curt through and through. âiâm yulhee.â she recalculates where, who she needs to look at. âletâs work well.â if he cares enough about what her business is around here, heâll probably ask assuming heejin doesnât scurry her off to the next room in the hall. but something tells her itâs dangerous to give ms. shin the benefit of doubt. must be that wince yul didnât plan for.
