“Is this not a miracle in the truest sense?”
Bisabeol greeted Yoo Seongwoon with a bright smile.
“…….”
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t leave again. Come right in. You shouldn’t do that to someone’s face.”
“Ah, now I really don’t want to go in….”
“I trust you remember that I am the one who pays your salary. Do you not?”
“I do, which is why I at least made it to the door.”
“If you know, then why are you not hurrying farther inside, Curator Yoo Seongwoon? Your Guild Master is waiting.”
In the end, Yoo Seongwoon entered the office and muttered as he sat on the employees’ sofa.
“I’m definitely going to save up enough money and quit.”
“Do you truly believe that will be possible?”
“If I have a legitimate reason, aren’t you supposed to approve my resignation?”
“Remember that, if I am offended, I may accidentally forget to process your resignation letter.”
“This is corruption….”
“When has South Korea ever been free of entrenched corruption? What an astonishingly innocent thing to say.”
“Ah, I seriously hate this.”
Yoo Seongwoon scrubbed his exhausted face roughly with both hands. Only after letting out a deep sigh as though he might expel his very soul did he slowly raise his head. The hollows around his eyes were as dark as a panda’s.
“So, what is it you’re curious about? I gave you a comprehensive written report just yesterday. What on earth did you still want to know badly enough to summon this poor employee?”
Bisabeol came straight to the point.
“Judging by the report, regrettably, it seems Gio did not cause any casualties.”
“Regrettably?”
“My true feelings slipped out by mistake. I was curious how that Portrait would operate.”
“How exactly would you like me to…