“I’m supposed to receive a pattern today, but there’s no contact from the pattern room. Seo Ha, can you go and get it yourself?”

“Isn’t anyone going to organize the delivered packages? I can’t move around because of the boxes!”

“Seo Ha, come over here and take out some fabric!”

The work of the youngest designer was much more than what the intern did. Seo Ha spent her time without even getting to hold a pencil, thanks to her seniors calling her from here and there.

When it’s my turn, I’ll treat the youngest designers really well. I won’t make them do these trivial tasks. Definitely.

In the midst of that, a new design suddenly came to mind. Seo Ha secretly slipped a pencil into her pocket and pretended to go to the restroom, sneaking out of the design room.

It was almost lunchtime, so if she skipped the meal, she could at least save thirty minutes.

She needed a place where she could sketch without catching anyone’s attention. Was there an empty office?

After briefly pondering, Seo Ha headed straight to Kyung Joon’s office on the top floor by taking the elevator. It was a perfect place to hide and design since no one came in and out, it was quiet, and the desk was comfortable.

Knock, knock.

As a courtesy, she knocked on the door a couple of times and entered to find Kyung Joon just putting on his jacket, furrowing his brows.

“What is it?”

“Can I borrow your office? And if you have an empty notebook, please give me one too.”

“Why should I?”

“You told me to come up with an amazing design.”

“Did a bomb fall in the design room?”

Seo Ha took out the pencil from her pocket and shook it.

“A work bomb fell. I don’t even have time to hold a pencil in the design room.”

“Sigh.”

Kyung Joon let out a long sigh, seemingly discontent. Still, he found an empty notebook from the bookshelf and threw it to her.

“Don’t spill eraser shavings. I’ll be back exactly in forty minutes, so wrap it up by then.”

“Got it.”

As Kyung Joon was straightening his tie and about to stride out, he looked back at Seo Ha just before grabbing the doorknob.

“It’s lunchtime now. Aren’t you eating?”

“Please buy me a subway sandwich on your way. Half of a rotisserie chicken, honey oat bread with the inside scooped out, shredded cheese, all the vegetables, lots of olives, and olive oil and pepper for dressing. And an iced Americano with only one shot and no syrup.”

“I didn’t say I’d buy it for you.”

“I see.”

Seo Ha replied sulkily without even looking at Kyung Joon, just playing with her pencil. Soon, Kyung Joon grumbled about what kind of woman she was and left the room.

“What kind of spy is she?”

Seo Ha also muttered as she continued moving her pencil.

As she focused for a while, she started to feel hungry. Ten minutes left until the time Kyung Joon said he would come back. Seo Ha put down the second design she had just started drawing and massaged her wrist.

“I should at least drink some water.”

Seo Ha went to the vending machine at the end of the hallway and took out a can of black tea beverage she used to drink a lot during her college days.

“…?”

However, Ji Soo was in the office. Holding the notebook Seo Ha had been drawing in just a moment ago.

“Jo Seo Ha, what were you doing here?”

Ji Soo shook the notebook in her hand. Seo Ha walked straight up to her, trying to snatch the notebook from her hand.

“Give it to me!”

“Oh dear.”

Ji Soo quickly hid the notebook behind her and giggled.

“I just wanted to take a look. Why? Can’t the team leader see the team member’s design?”

Seo Ha looked back. Fortunately, the door was tightly closed.

It was such a relief.

“Hey, Lee Ji Soo.”

Ji Soo’s eyes widened.

“Jo Seo Ha, have you gone crazy?”

“You’re the crazy one. How dare you treat someone else’s design like that?”

“Hey!”

“You must not see anything now that you’re wearing the name tag of the chief designer and design team leader without any merit.”

Seo Ha spoke without any filter in her small but clear voice.

“That’s not your skill. It’s the backing of being a married man’s lover. You’re also aware of that, so you tore and stole my design, didn’t you? Am I wrong?”

“You crazy b!”

The notebook flew forcefully from Ji Soo’s hand. Seo Ha reflexively turned her head to the side to dodge it. The notebook, missing its target, flew and fell right at Kyung Joon’s feet near the open door.

“…”

Kyung Joon bent down and picked up the notebook. In his hand, he held a sandwich bag.

“What are you doing in my office?”

Following that, the door opened a little more, and Seung Oh poked his head in.

“Honey, why are you here?”

“Oh, oppa!”

Seeing Seung Oh, Ji Soo ran over to him, as if she had gained a millionstrong army.

“I told you, right? She’s weird!”

“I heard it.”

Kyung Joon’s thrown sandwich bag landed perfectly in the middle of the sofa.

“I heard Lee Ji Soo yelling that she’s a crazy b.”

“No, that!”

“I’m sorry!”

Just as Ji Soo was about to protest her innocence, Seo Ha’s knees hit the floor.

“I’m really sorry, team leader. It’s just that the design suddenly came to mind… I was going to draw this and quickly go downstairs to work. I really mean it!”

As she rubbed her hands together as if praying, Seung Oh furrowed his brow. It was the same expression Seo Ha had seen when she first met Ji Soo.

“What are you saying, Jo Seo Ha! You were just talking rudely to me!”

“What did Jo Seo Ha say?”

Lee Seung Oh asked Ji Soo with a still furrowed face.

“Well, that is…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say it. How could she say with her own mouth that Seo Ha was a mistress who became a team leader with the backing of being a married man’s lover without any merit?

“CEO, the team leader did nothing wrong. I just came out of the design room on my own, and she scolded me for that. It’s all my fault, so please don’t say anything to her!”

Seo Ha placed her hands on the floor and repeatedly bowed her head. No one could see the smile she secretly made every time she bowed.

“Haah.”

Lee Seung Oh, sighing deeply, pushed Ji Soo aside and approached Seo Ha, offering his hand.

“Get up, Jo Seo Ha.”

He must have had a princeonawhitehorse complex. Seo Ha looked up at Seung Oh with moist eyes, took his hand, and shakily got up.

“Ouch…”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you, CEO.”

Lee Seung Oh secretly held Seo Ha’s hunched shoulders tightly, then slowly let go.

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