ch 1

You were having a bad day. Your sleeping form attacked the snooze button until the numbers on your clock were late enough to finally drag your tired self from the bed. You had made the mistake of staying up last night binge watching a new tv show you found. Your morning routine was done in record time, leaving your place with your hair still dripping wet onto your clean white shirt. But, it’s not like that mattered because minutes later it started pouring rain, and no you didn’t have an umbrella. And the crisp white shirt you picked for the day was now see-through.

Being forced to skip your daily trip to your favorite coffee shop left you going back to the break room all day for whatever weird coffee your coworkers had stocked up on. To add insult to injury, you gave yourself a papercut and the copier got jammed when you tried to use it. On days like these, every little thing seemed like a disaster. But small accomplishments also felt better too. You mentally patted yourself on the back for getting your work done on time while your coworkers scrambled around you.

You sat in the breakroom with the rest of your coworkers who also preferred to save their money rather than splurge on a meal out for lunch. Usually you were one of those people who brought their lunch, however in your rush that morning you didn’t have time to pack anything. So you sat at the table with a sole cup of freshly brewed coffee in between your hands, warming them up from the cold temperature your office usually kept. The smell of the drink alone was almost enough to trick your brain into a fix. You only took small sips of the liquid, not enough to taste much of it. Your tastebuds were spoiled with the cold brew you had gotten used to and the hot coffee just wasn’t cutting it.

You had only been at the job for a couple months, and you just started warming up to your coworkers. Particularly to the lunch crew who always ate in the breakroom with you. Although it was a fairly large company, the break room wasn’t very big. Each floor was dedicated to a different division so you really only saw the financial department.

Kyung Ha sat to your left, Adisa next to her then Pram and Seong ho. From your few months working there you had picked up that an easy lunch table topic to discuss was the ceo, Jung Hoseok. He was the most strict, ruthless, and unyielding man you had met, and your coworkers loved to talk shit behind his back.

The last friday of every month was always the worst. Of course your already bad day had to fall on this fated day. Each division had a monthly meeting with the boss. You division was after lunch and everyone was already fired up about it.

“I heard Jung was giving people shit this morning during the meeting.” Adisa started, unwrapping his packed sandwich.

“Great. Can’t wait.” Pram mumbled sarcastically.

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