TU (Technology Unity) Company.

On the next day, I worked as usual with a lot of files piled on the desk.

A few moments later, a new employee knocked on the door. As soon as I invited him in, he said politely, "Mr. Park, could you check this design, please? Mr. Kim isn't in his office now, so Mr. Hye asked me to come to your room."

Smiling, I reached out to take some of the files that he handed out and observed them.

Amid my seriousness, my cell phone suddenly rang and I answered it quickly.

It's Daehyun. He asked me to give him a list of companies that were doing cooperation with ours. Without lingering, I immediately sent them to him.

After talking to him on the phone, I looked back at the files and crossed-out the parts that needed to be remade.

Daehyun had rarely been in his room these over two days. He was swamped these days. There were many important meetings and project observations that he had to do out of the city.

However, as his assistant, I couldn't accompany him continuously. The reason was I also had to go to the hospital routinely to do a check-up.

It didn't make him upset at all. On the contrary, he could understand my condition quite well and was even more enthusiastic when he heard that excuse.

"Your design is good enough, but there are some parts that you need to change. Particularly, for the coloring," paused for a moment, I smiled as I handed these files to the young employee while saying, "Come back when you're done. I'll be here until 4 o'clock."

The employee nodded. He seemed to understand, then left the room immediately with a slightly disappointed face while staring at his work.

I returned to my previous work, watching at the monitor and continuing to make development graphics that would be presented in the next two days.

Regarding the section on the level of company profit in the respective departments and companies concerned, I didn't fully understand. Even though Daehyun had explained several things about the cooperation in company A, B, and C and his fortunes, still I had to think hard to input a lot of numbers.

I took a deep breath. Thinking about it was as difficult as working on the graphics. Fortunately, no matter how difficult my works were, 'the Genius Kim' was a very knowledgeable man. He was great at correcting any errors. He would fix them.

During recess, Go Hyunjae and I went to a restaurant, not far from the company.

The place was so traditional. No wonder, Go Hyunjae truly liked places that were classic yet elegant. He said that those were more attractive and comfortable.

"Chunghee, look! The Rose Festival will be held tomorrow in Jungnang!" She showed me an article on his cell phone screen, then continued, "Look! Look at this one too, the International Fireworks will be held next week in Pohang. Oh, damn, I want to come to all those festivals!" she spoke with enthusiasm.

I was momentarily stunned. That sounded fun. I also truly wanted to come to those festivals with ... Donghwa, but ...

"Hey, Chunghee, let's go. We can go with your lover too ...," paused for a moment, she exclaimed, "Ah! No! Don't even think about it. We'll go alone."

"My lover?" I frowned in confusion.

"Hmm? Yes, your lover. The one who often deliveries those delicious foods for you. But, you don't even eat them. You don't appreciate something that is given by love."

Thinking for a moment, I immediately understood who she meant through those words, and sighed heavily. "Senior, come on ... You've been misunderstanding all along."

"Hoo, really?"

I didn't lie and said that the person who often gave the food for me was Mr. Kim — our boss.

I also explained that Kim Daehyun and I had known each other for a long time so she wouldn't think of any further things.

Hearing this, she fell silent. Her face stiffened and she stopped chewing the food in her mouth, but suddenly laughing out loud. It made the people in this place aimed their eyes at the same point.

The two of us discussed about two festivals shortly and occasionally argued because of our respective choices. Until finally, the choice fell on the Rose Festival tomorrow morning. Luckily, tomorrow was Sunday.

After a while, we left this place and were about to return to the company.

The restaurant was quite close to the company. It only took a few minutes on foot to arrive at the company.

However, before we arrived, my body felt uneasy. Go Hyunjae, who had been watching me for a while, asked worriedly, "Chunghee, are you okay? You look pale."

I nodded weakly, "I'm okay."

"But, why do you look so pale? Are you sure that you're okay?"

I nodded once again and smiled, convincing her with a lie.

A few moments later, my head suddenly ached even more. My gaze began to darken, but my ears could still pick up the voices of the people even with unclear words. Then, I could feel my body falling on the ground until I lost my consciousness and didn't remember anything else.

When I opened my eyes gradually, a bright light shot into my eyes. I squinted and opened my eyes slowly. Not being obvious, I looked around. This place was a room with a familiar smell. I muttered softly, "Where am I?"

I got up and sat on the bed. Feeling dazed, the last thing that I remembered was walking with Go Hyunjae towards the company. And when I woke up, I was already here.

I had an IV in my hand. The smell of disinfectant in this room was so strong. It stings the nose. I immediately realized that I was in the hospital now.

I was about to run away, but the knock on the door made me freeze.

Someone familiar came in while exclaiming with joy, "Huh, Chunghee, you already woke up! I was distressed about you!"

Go Hyunjae jumped at me. She hugged me with an obvious joy on her face, but I was still frozen with a daze and couldn't move my body.

Soon after that, she let go of her hands and spoke while handing me a cell phone, "This is your cell phone. It's dead, but don't worry because I brought a charger for you."

It took a few seconds for my consciousness to return, then asked, "Senior, how long have I been out?"

Go Hyunjae glanced at the watch she was wearing, "Um, about 2 hours ..."