Director Cheong said she would present Senior Staff Park Minseong with a new employment contract so that she could “generously” collect the costs of his re-education.
“Well?”
Director Cheong looked at me.
And so I remembered.
The contract I had received from Director Cheong.
The choice I had made with death right before my eyes, while my entire body melted down, my sense of self and my flesh collapsing as I returned to my original form in that horrible process.
That was, that was….
A lifetime employment contract.
Eternal labor.
To be buried forever beneath Baekilmong Co., Ltd., permanently, without retirement.
No.
Reflexively, I let black smoke rise, trying to stop Director Cheong—but then I clenched down and forced myself to stop.
She had just prevented me from responding even to Senior Staff Park Minseong’s storytelling. For me to attack her herself? Of course that would be impossible. I’d be blocked.
To begin with, even Director Ho had only physically restrained me after invoking the three-warning rule.
And to act against Director Cheong, the very party I was contracted to, I would need even more justification.
For example—
Confirmation:
Whether the Badger employee was provided with teaching material from the ■■ Affiliated Kindergarten
To explicitly confirm that Director Cheong had clearly intervened in this situation, where Senior Staff Park Minseong’s contamination had worsened.
I could get testimony from the person involved too.
There was definitely proof that Director Cheong had intervened. If so, somehow I could force the blame onto her and discipline her—
“You really think you have the right to ask questions on your own initiative?”
……!
“The moment you were assigned to Director Ho’s project, you lost the authority to discipline other employees. You’re no longer security personnel.”
Director Cheong raised a hand and gripped my head.