To Na-Yool’s own surprise, she was more distraught over the loss of her files than the breakup. Her separation with Sang-Hoon was simply like pepper sprinkled on a spicy chicken – it squeezed out a few tears from her eyes…


    Indeed, it was like that, but she was now crying and wiped her nose periodically.


    “Ah, I really feel like crap…”


    She got dumped yesterday, and today she had to work overtime by herself, all because she had lost all her files right when she was about to get off work.


    As soon as the clock would have hit 12:00 a.m. and thest bus would have passed the bus stop in front of thepany, it would be the day when that crappy ?Gapyeong Trip?was scheduled. AndNa-Yoolwould have remained in loneliness here as she fell asleep doing thesame stupid thing from earlier, over and over again.


    Then the sun would rise but no trip to Gapyeong. Instead, she would repeatedly take short naps until the draft proposals approved by Mr. Kwon, the president, were approved by the client.


    Even if she were to strain herself to finish all the work tonight, it would not be the end. In the morning, Kwon Si-Jin, that man, would reject her proposals at least five times, and she would have until Saturday 4:00 p.m. to get confirmation from the client.


    Usually, it is notmon for a client to ask as many revisions of the proposal as the president does when he turns it down several times before its delivery to the client. But that client had always been particrly demanding, and Na-Yool expected he would request for several detailed revisions. Eventually, her day would fly by doing those corrections.


    “There really was no hope for Gapyeong.”


    As she wiped her tears, Na-Yool’s crumpled the calendar page and threw it in the trash can. Soon after, she threw the whole calendar.


    The cute bear character looked up at her from inside the trash can with a lovable expression. Feeling even more annoyed, Na-Yool angrily grabbed a bunch of tissues and threw it on top. Come to think of it, the calendar was also a present from Sang-Hoon. He had never bought her anything of value, but he would often give her small simple gifts that she liked. At the thought of his humble kindness, the tears came back.


    “I must be crazy.”


    Had she gone mad due to herck of sleep? She remembered feeling relieved when she stepped out of his car though.


    Not exactly “super relieved”, but “rather relieved it is over”.


    <i>Rather relieved that it was over.</i>Yes, that is how she felt.


    Nevertheless, Na-Yool did not get a wink of sleep after she returned homest night and the same happened today.


    It was not the breakup itself that had kept her from sleep. The boring ce that Gapyeong was, the trip that, to begin with, she did not want to go on, the celebration day she couldn’t care less about… Even if she was sad about those things getting ruined, it was not the main reason.


    It was just her current life… Her rtionship, her daily life… It felt like everything was falling down like dominos because of that asshole, who made it impossible for her to do what everyone does…


    “…Kwon Si-Jin…”


    Bastard…


    Many rumors circted about him: That he was a third-generation conglomerate who started thepany for fun, that his parents owned the expensive Gangnam district, or that he was in fact the CEO of a famousw firm that was renowned across the country…


    Although the scale varied, all these stories had one underlying meaning.


    “President Kwon is the son of a filthy rich family.”


    Honestly, what kind of 32-year-old man nowadays could make such a fortune by himself? It was natural to think it was thanks to being backed up.


    However, Ethical Communications, which celebrated its 4thfounding anniversary this year, had grown rapidly from a small advertising nning office run by 3 employees, including the President, to a 40-employee advertisingpany.


    Only someone from a rich family who could afford it could, at just 28, set up his own office instead of getting a job. But the office was tiny, and therefore not as fancy as expected from someone living in wealth. A third-generation conglomerate, a rich Gangnamndowner… there was no way he was one.