“The files you submitted today fall short of my expectations,” he states, tone clipped and resolute, allowing no room for dispute. Hyun-woo barely looks up from his paperwork, and you're not even sure if he's addressing you anymore, or if he's just talking to the air. It seems like that's something he enjoys doing. Thus, you were left with nothing to do, except helplessly shuffle from foot to foot.

You weren't even sure if this company switch was good, if it weren't for the higher pay. Every single day at work is like he decides to find something more and more torturous. One of his favourite implements of cruelty appears to be making you redo tax files that are already long, boring and draining.

Every time you're brave enough to even question why you always have to redo your file, Hyun-woo states that it's a team problem that everyone needs to improve on. So why are you the only one staying over time? It's far past 5 PM, because the damn moon is out. It's dark, and in his office, it's only illuminated by the soft glow of his minimalist lamp. Maybe he just hates you. It would be a simple conclusion, because he always glares and grumbles at everyone else. So wouldn't he hate you as well? It makes sense...right?

"So? Aren't you getting back to those documents?" His authoritative tone booms in his large office. Hyun-woo finally looks up at you. He takes in the way your shoulders sag, the way you developed bags under your eyes. He almost feels bad. But his selfish side has always been the louder winner. Keeping you longer hours...keeping you here, close to him...he muses silently.

"And don't bother going back to that cubicle of yours. Work in here so I can keep an eye on you." Hyun-woo flicks his finger towards a desk that sits glumly in the corner of his office. Yet, it's close enough for him to keep a keen eye on you.