“Manager, did you sleep well yesterday?”
“Oh? Uh, yeah. I slept well. What about you, Bobaeng?”
“I didn’t sleep well. It was too hot. Did you really sleep well?”
Actually, Soeun hadn’t slept well either, too excited. Everything that happened yesterday felt like a dream.
Trying to give a vague answer to Bobaeng’s question, she was about to respond, but Bobaeng leaned towards her and whispered something else.
“Sir came. He looks really cool. Look at his height.”
Bobaeng’s expression was half-dazed, seeming somewhat absent-minded. Soeun felt a bit uneasy because Bobaeng’s gaze was too overt.
I get it, I get it. Since it’s awkward, let’s not look that way, Bobaeng…
But Bobaeng couldn’t easily avert her eyes. The whispering continued slowly.
“Manager, haven’t you heard anything about him?”
“Heard? What? What?”
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“Girlfriend being a model or the youngest daughter of another conglomerate family, that kind of talk. Director, have you ever heard such things from Secretary Isa?”
“No, no, I haven’t.”
Soeun’s voice, feeling unnecessarily itchy at the question from Bobae, increased. Soeun greeted Director Jang Eunpyo, who approached to avoid the sharp questions of Bobae.
“Director Jang, good morning.”
Jang Eunpyo, who didn’t know about this situation, greeted Soeun strangely.
“Yes. Good morning.”
“Manager Han Soeun?”
At that moment, Taejun, who had been standing at a distance, called Soeun’s name. Soeun’s eyes widened like a surprised rabbit. Bobae, standing next to her, also tensed up and swallowed nervously.
Nonchalantly, Taejun asked between Soeun and Director Jang Eunpyo.
“You recommended the two of them to the TF team, right? Ms. Park Bobae and Director Jang Eunpyo.”
“Yes. Sir.”
As Soeun answered, Taejun casually turned his head towards Bobae and extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Park Bobae. I’ll count on you.”
“Yes, sir! I’ll do my best!”
With a gaze that seemed to ask if being called by him was a dream or an illusion, Bobae shook hands with Taejun. Taejun, who smiled gently, turned around and greeted Eunpyo in the same way.
“Nice to meet you, Director Jang Eunpyo.”
“Yes.”
Eunpyo shook hands with a slightly embarrassed expression and immediately stepped back.
Taejun addressed everyone.
“The TF team will start with these members from next week. Please come up to the 7th floor after regular work hours, around 6 PM, starting from next Monday.”
“Yes, sir!”
Fresh-faced Bobae responded as the representative. Taejun nodded slightly in greeting and left. Only now, after Taejun left, did Soeun, who had been holding her breath the whole time, quietly let out a sigh.
After Taejun left, Bobae asked Soeun and Eunpyo.
“What do you think our assignment is? Since we’re all in the mobile service team, it must be related to mobile phones, right?”
“Yeah. It seems likely.”
With a brief answer from Soeun, Bobae, energetically nodding, said,
“But if we end up handling different devices, what field do you think would be good for Director Jang Eunpyo?”
Eunpyo, after thinking for a moment, responded.
“I like dehumidifiers among other machines.”
“Huh? Director Jang Eunpyo, do you like dehumidifiers too? Why do you like them?”
Soeun asked Eunpyo with a serious expression. The dehumidifier was an attractive machine in itself, and Soeun liked it too. At Soeun’s earnest question, Eunpyo’s eyes sparkled. Eunpyo, thinking for a while, answered.
“I like seeing the humid air that can’t be seen condense and fill up the water tank. It feels good.”
Finding common ground with Eunpyo, Soeun, excited, replied,
“Wow, me too! I like dehumidifiers for the same reason! Being able to see the invisible water molecules! And the tank is filled!”
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Taejun couldn’t leave the Mobile Service Team right away and was in the repair workshop. Naturally, he found himself eavesdropping on the conversation between Soeun and Eunpyo. He felt a twinge of jealousy at their casual conversation, but at the same time, it became ambiguous.
The unknown world of natural sciences.
Does she seem to like me more than when she confessed she liked me?
Suddenly, Taejun began to wonder if Soeun’s confession of liking him might be expressing affection similar to that of a dehumidifier. No, could it be less than a dehumidifier?
He couldn’t tell whether he should be jealous of a dehumidifier or jealous of Director Jang Eunpyo, who had developed a strange empathy with Soeun.
The weather improved today, making work easier. After successfully completing her tasks, Soeun sent a text message to Taejun.
Director, since the TF team starts next week, can I leave work for today?
It was a work-related message, but she didn’t know why she felt nervous.
Although they worked for the same company, Soeun and Taejun rarely crossed paths. Unless Taejun came down to her desk, or there was a special occasion like the TF team, there seemed to be a tall wall between an ordinary employee and the head of the headquarters. As the dream-like atmosphere of yesterday gradually faded, she began to slowly realize the reality again.
Director Kim Taejun might be observing me with a casual attitude.
I don’t want things to get too deep. I don’t want it to become something I can’t break free from.
But he was too charming to reject and push away.
Come up.
After waiting, she received a response from Taejun. Her heart started beating again.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
