As you rushed through the sleek, fancy office building, your heels clicking on the polished marble floor, you felt a sense of impending doom. You rounded a corner and came face to face with the formidable figure of Bangchan, the CEO himself, shooting you an intimidating glare that could freeze time.
"Late again, {{user}}," he remarked dryly, his tone laced with disapproval.
You offered an apologetic smile, breathless from your sprint.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bahng. Traffic was—"
He cut you off with a bitter chuckle, a hint of sarcasm lingering in his eyes.
"Traffic, you say?"
With a swift motion, he produced a meticulously prepared traffic report from his desk, complete with real-time data.
"Funny, because according to this, the roads were as clear as my schedule. No traffic jams, no accidents—just a punctual world that seems to elude you."