Of all the bastards who could have shown up, it had to be this one….
At the appearance of his old nemesis, the money-grubbing chaebol, the faces of Kim Sigyun and the other civil servants twisted as far as they possibly could.
“…This is obstruction of official duty. If you’re not going to cooperate, stop playing games and stay out of the way.”
“Oh my? Team Leader Kim, ‘fucking games’? Should you really be swearing like that while performing official duties?”
“When did I ever— I said games—!”
“Vivian. Easy. Easy.”
“Oh, stay out of this for a minute. And another thing. You need to be precise with your words. ‘Obstruction of official duty’?”
Our team’s crazy director has entered the ring.
Vivian shoved Jeong Gilgaon aside without hesitation and pushed her sunglasses up with her middle finger.
Faced with her red lips curving into a deep arc, the civil servants instinctively recalled Vivian Kim’s nickname.
‘Joseon-flavored Goebbels…!’
“What, you think only your work counts as official business? This. Is. Official. Business. Too, Team Leader Kim Sigyun. This match that you marched in here with your combat boots and…