“Did you come from Kang Yoon? They have their own pattern room. Of course, I did it when they first started the company.”

Master Park sent a suspicious glance over his glasses.

“Yes. We really wanted to ask for your help, so we came separately.”

“Smooth talker. Give me the work order.”

Seo Ha handed Master Park the work order and fabric swatch she had brought. He looked over each item and muttered to himself.

“Good. It’s definitely Kang Yoon’s design.”

“Thank you.”

Master Park, who raised his head, rubbed the back of his neck.

“How’s the President Kang over there? I haven’t heard from him since he was doing well. Just a few years ago, I used to receive gifts and phone calls on every holiday, but it stopped suddenly three or four years ago. Ah, it’s a shame.”

Master Park seemed to have no idea about the news.

Should she tell him or not?

Instead of the hesitating Seo Ha, Kyung Joon spoke up politely.

“President Kang has been in poor health for the past three or four years. I’ll take care of the elder’s holiday until he gets better.”

“President Kang is sick? Where?”

Master Park took off his glasses and asked loudly. The wrinkles on his peculiarlooking forehead were clear.

“He’s had some personal difficulties. He’s getting better little by little, so don’t worry.”

“Then, what about the company? His daughter wouldn’t be ready to take over yet, right?”

“His daughter is also sick. Her husband is taking care of it now.”

“Ah, what a situation. And I didn’t even know.”

Old fool, you should die when you get old. Master Park mumbled selfreproach.

Seo Ha looked around the cramped, wornout pattern room with no space to step.

It had already been over a decade since the company had established itself, and Seo Ha felt a newfound appreciation for her mother, who had personally taken care of the pattern room they used to work in together every year.

“Forget about the price increase we discussed earlier. President Kang is sick, how could I take more money? Come around this time tomorrow to pick it up.”

“Really? Thank you, thank you!”

Seo Ha’s face brightened up instantly, and she bowed deeply. Kyung Joon also slightly bowed his waist in surprise.

“Then, we’ll be going. Thank you so much!”

Master Park waved his hand without a response. Seo Ha politely backed away and closed the door before happily coming down the stairs.

“Did you say his name was Master Park?”

Kyung Joon suddenly asked on the way out, winding through the complicated alleys.

“Yes. He’s probably the most experienced in Dongdaemun. He’s received a ton of scouting offers from famous brands, but he rejected them all.”

“You know a lot.”

Seo Ha gave a slight smile and got into the passenger seat of Kyung Joon’s car. Inside the car, the scent of soap lingered, and a comedy show that aired at 2 p.m. played on the speakers.

“Hey, Secretary Ryu.”

“Yes?”

“When President Kang comes back and Yoon Seo Ha wakes up… What will you do then?”

The person who took great care of the sewing factory and insisted that Yoon Seo Ha’s designs should never be touched and locked them away in a drawer. The person who, for the sake of the designer, left their lunch unfinished to accompany her all the way to Dongdaemun.

The spy of Taeyang Group, who somehow protected and managed Kang Yoon even when the core had collapsed, and only thieves remained.

Kyung Joon drove the car in silence for a moment. The traffic light at the intersection changed from yellow to red, and then back to green.

“I’ve never heard of this Master Park before.”

Kyung Joon muttered softly after a while.

“If the company didn’t send a gift and the secretary didn’t know about it, President Kang must have personally sent a gift every year.”

“He probably took care of everyone who helped with the establishment of the company.”

“…That’s the kind of company Kang Yoon is.”

However, there was no response to Seo Ha’s question.

“Seo Ha, did you get the pattern?”

Se Hee asked Seo Ha, who was completely focused on draping the mannequin.

“No, I have plenty of threedimensional patterns already. I feel more comfortable doing it myself.”

“Wait a minute. I have a pattern similar to your design, let me get it for you. Modifying it would be better than making one from scratch.”

Although Lee Ji Soo didn’t say anything because she was too cautious, the truth was that people in the design room felt a little sorry for Seo Ha. That’s why they willingly helped her with the tasks she would usually have to do herself, making her work much easier.

“Really? Thank you! I was planning on staying up all night for this.”

In reality, the pattern was much more wellmade than the ones from the company’s pattern room. Seo Ha was actually doing the draping because she needed it.

But there was no need to mention that. Seo Ha expressed her gratitude several times while receiving the pattern from Se Hee. Even if the kindness was rooted in pity, she was still grateful.