Plus, it was no use labor now, as Kwon Si-Jin would likely tear her work to pieces in the morning. Consequently, it was better to sleep shortly to at least wake up with a clear mind.

Then I will get a higher chance to win him over.

Even if he did review her proposals repeatedly, Na-Yool was skeptical about the difference it could make, but she always kept her opinion for herself. It was the only way. Whenever Si-Jin came to her mind, in one sense or another, she felt that she faced the limit of her patience.

She could not run away from that snobbish workplace, but she wanted to. She wanted to hit him once, and sometimes she even wanted to strangle that neck of his. She did not even want to see his handsome face for the rest of her life, though she wondered if she would sometimes miss it…

As she followed the fire alarm’s lights from the ceiling, Na-Yool headed off for the female employees’ nap room. Due to the nature of the work, Na-Yool’s team could work from home anytime. But no matter how overloaded she was, to bring work home was out of the question.

Because of my stubbornness, I’m dying at work like this, but… 

Anyhow, the company’s facilities – another feature to show off to the guests – were great. If she were to die from overwork, it would be a good place to do so.

The mattress was better than her own bed and, unlike her messy house that she had not cared for in a while, a lady would clean the nap room twice a day. Why would Na-Yool need to go home when fresh and soft blankets washed every day were at her disposal here?

“… My life is a mess, really.”

Be it for every inch of her dirty house, or for her own self alone in the dark and deserted office, it all just felt dreary.

All of it was President Kwon’s fault. His standards were just too high for Na-Yool to even reach it for life, and he would never notice her. But why did it matter? She would not be the first one he is dissatisfied with.

“…Yeah, and that’s one more person for him to torture, so I guess he likes it.”

Enlightened by that piece of fact, her voice went high.

She was having mood swings. She had not slept for 4 days.

Yesterday it was because of Sang-Hoon, and the two days before, because of work. If she survived today, it was all thanks to the 4 cups of americano coffee and 4 bottles of Bacchus energy drink she had drunk. Simply put, she was not in her right mind.

That was probably why. Why Na-Yool started following the lights, walking as if possessed, driven solely by her pent-up anger, like a pathetic moth that instinctively charged headfirst into the light, unaware that it was about to crash.

Her footsteps, which were supposed to take her to the nap room, unconsciously deviated by about 15 degrees. By the time she somewhat came back to her senses, she had already entered President Kwon’s office.

Even worse, she did not even knock… No, knocking or not was not the worst issue anymore.

“Mr.President, I don’t think this is right.”

Her tongue was already wagging despite her own will. Her feet, which had already entered the room, seemed to have no intention of stopping either.

Na-Yool glanced once at her feet, as if looking at someone else’s, and once at him, who she could see from a distance.

Barely visible in the dimly lit office, he sat at the edge of a large desk with his back obliquely to the door, from where he could not hear Na-Yool’s voice. He held a document in one hand and gazed down at it, looking too absorbed to hear anything.

As expected, Si-Jin had not gone home yet. He had made a habit of staying in his office at this time, so she was not surprised.

Should she stop now? Fortunately, that guy had not noticed her, maybe she could silently get out as if she never came in… No, that would not do. Na-Yool was madly conflicted.

To disappear after she pretended that she did not come in was such a stupid idea. This is why people need sleep. For their brain to do that thing. Think.