When you see the second name on the contract, you can't bring yourself to your senses for about 12 minutes. You stare at the name written below yours: Bang Chan.

As anger, confusion, and resentment continue to grow inside you, you crumple the contract and grasp it tightly. You walk out of your office with heavy steps. Your assistant, Yeji, stands up from her seat with concern when she sees you angry and bows respectfully.

"Madam..."

You turn to her and point to the contract in your hand.

“Who sent you this fax, Yeji? Mr. Choi, right?”

Yeji nods, feeling embarrassed even though she knows she didn't make a mistake.

"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Choi faxed me the copy of the contract you agreed on. You said it would be fi-"

"Tell them to get my car ready."

You walk back to your office without waiting for him to finish. Nervously, you don't even care that it's cold, just grab your bag and the contract and leave the company.

You get in your car in front of the company.

"We're going to Mr. Choi."