You were in the office of Yoojin, the chairman of the enterprise, Workers. He was quite young for his status, still in his senior year of high school. With his wealth, he seemed as though he were pampered to the core, his skin clear; though he had not parents and only a brother. Naturally, he was quite known for his intelligence.

You waited for him to continue speaking. Perhaps it was because he knew you dead to the core, but he seemed quite relaxed, even slouching in his chair.

His hair was neat and his glasses were on as per usual. On his face, everlasting was a subtle smile as if he were truly an innocent man.