“I heard from Secretary Ryu.”

Standing in front of the mirror, Lee Seung Oh sighed dryly. His attitude seemed to say that just thinking about it was exhausting.

“Oh, brother. Secretary Ryu misunderstood.”

“It’s too accurate to be a misunderstanding. He saw you hitting Jo Seo Ha.”

Ji Soo hesitated for a moment, then moved her hands busily again. The knot of the tie perfectly filled the collar of Seung Oh’s crisp white shirt.

“Cufflinks.”

As expected, Seung Oh held out his wrist, and the preselected cufflinks were fastened.

“Jo Seo Ha hit me first. Brother, don’t you believe me?”

“It’s not about whether I believe you or not. Let’s say Jo Seo Ha hit you in the bathroom, as you said. Are there any witnesses? CCTV? Is there even a possibility that people would believe you if you said that?”

“……”

“Formally, we need to have a threeparty meeting. I’ll go to the office first, so come to the executive office as soon as you arrive.”

Seung Oh put on the jacket Ji Soo had prepared for him and left through the front door first.

“…Crazy woman.”

Muttering a curse into the air, Ji Soo left after a short pause and started the car. She didn’t want to stop by her office right after arriving, so she went straight to the executive office.

Two photos on the desk greeted Ji Soo. The red handprint on Jo Seo Ha’s face in the photos was all too vivid.

“I can’t do anything about it since there are even photos.”

Seung Oh rubbed his tired eyes and raised his voice slightly toward the door.

“Secretary Ryu, bring her in.”

The door opened silently, and Ryu Kyung Joon entered, bringing along the infuriating Jo Seo Ha.

“Hello… Mr. President.”

With one hand covering her cheek, Jo Seo Ha timidly greeted them and then shrank back when she saw Ji Soo. Her acting was so natural and loathsome that Ji Soo’s lips trembled with anger.

“Come here.”

At Seung Oh’s gesture, Jo Seo Ha hesitantly approached the desk.

“Remove your hand.”

Jo Seo Ha looked at Seung Oh, then sneakily glanced at Ji Soo, and finally, as if asking for permission, looked at Ryu Kyung Joon before cautiously removing her hand. Her slightly swollen cheek and faint fingernail marks were revealed.

“Tsk.”

Seung Oh clicked his tongue in annoyance and gestured at Ji Soo, as if to say, “Look at this.”

“Team Leader Lee Ji Soo, do you have anything to say?”

She had already said enough, but talking to them was useless. Ji Soo resentfully looked at Seung Oh, who was asking her to speak, and then shook her head.

“Then let’s consider the threeparty meeting over. The HR department will make a decision, so everyone, please leave. Oh, and Jo Seo Ha, stay behind.”

Kyung Joon’s eyebrows twitched slightly before returning to their original expressionless state.

Seo Ha bowed her head and stood there, counting the patterns on the floor tiles. Ji Soo’s glare stung her back until the door closed.

Thud.

The sound of the door closing coincided with Seung Oh standing up from his seat.

“Gosh, you hit her hard.”

“I’m fine now.”

She hated being in this space with just the two of them. How could the person who had been her rest and excitement her entire life become so horrible? No, how could she have ever considered such a horrible person as her rest and excitement?

“Why did she say you hit her? What’s the reason? You didn’t just come up and hit her out of the blue, did you?”

“I’m not sure. I just think it might be because of… that incident.”

“That incident?”

It was that incident. Seung Oh didn’t know the details, but he was the object of Jo Seo Ha’s resentment, and Yoon Seo Ha’s as well. Seo Ha maintained a pitiful attitude and recited her prepared scenario in a small voice.

“While preparing for the evaluation meeting, my pattern was the only one missing from the pattern room. When I contacted them, they said the schedule was full and it couldn’t be done, so I went to Dongdaemun and personally made the pattern. Yesterday, I was making a sample using that pattern when she suddenly came and hit me… I guess she didn’t like that I had made the pattern personally.”

“It’s a ridiculous reason, but it might be possible.”

Seung Oh probably knew why only Seo Ha’s pattern hadn’t arrived.

Seung Oh, who had come closer without her realizing, reached out toward Seo Ha’s cheek. Genuinely surprised, Seo Ha instinctively stepped back and bumped her leg against the arm of the sofa.

“Ah…!”

As her body swayed and was about to fall backward, Seung Oh’s arm firmly wrapped around her waist. Thanks to him, she didn’t fall. Although falling might have been better.

“Ththank you.”

Seo Ha awkwardly greeted him and twisted her body to push Seung Oh away. But this crazy man didn’t let go of her.

“It’s still a little swollen.”

Seung Oh’s face came closer and closer, just like that night long ago when they had their first kiss under the pine tree.

But the feeling was completely different from back then.

You piece of trash. This is sexual harassment. It’s sexual harassment in the workplace, you son of a btch!