“What are you, Conan?”
Do you cause incidents everywhere you go? How is it that even a part-time job interview can’t go smoothly for you!
“Whenever it’s weirdly, ridiculously noisy, it’s always you, you damned nemesis! Why did you even come here?”
A rapid-fire barrage of nagging.
Relentless, rhythmic, delivered with tasty precision—clearly not someone doing this for the first day or two.
With popcorn vibes, the guild members watched their unleashed guildmaster and the woman said to be his Noona.
“Hey, you. Out!” Like some chaebol male lead from a drama, he’d barged in with alpha swagger and hauled her up to the 14th floor.
Unlike Gyeon Riok, who jabbed a finger and popped a vein, the listener’s face was serene.
‘A Tibetan fox.’
‘Looks like a Tibetan fox. She’s practically reached enlightenment.’
Even though the desk hire from this posting would be under him. And even though, for a desk role, the specs were astonishingly high.
The fact that news reached the guild’s owner, Gyeon Riok, before the final interview was even…