Recap :

"Hana, the male host. 3 years back, remember?"

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My world started to fall apart when I hear Hyuna, and all the blurry memories came back to me that were hiding somewhere in my brain. My limbs numb but are shaking visibly involuntarily. "How don't you remember this? You ain't that stupid," Hyuna exclaims, snapping me out of the world of my terror.

"I don't know. I was drunk, and I seriously don't know," I let out slightly loud. "Also, it has been three years," I say and look at Hyuna with fear lingering in my eyes. I can't remember what happened three hours ago or three days ago, so how do you expect me to remember something that happened three years ago? "What should I do?"

"I don't know, resign or something?" She suggests, making me groan loudly.

"Wait, he hasn't done anything to me until now. It has been weeks now," I state, still with fear in my voice.

"Hana, resign," she says and holds my shoulders. "He is or was a gangster. He is dangerous."

I nod because her words are correct. "But will he let me resign? Wouldn't he find out that I remember him?" I speak my doubt, and she nods, trying to think about something.

"True, then we no choice but to act dumb," She suggests, but I don't if I would be able to do it after knowing the truth.

"I don't think he remembers me," I pronounce, trying to stay optimistic. "I'm gonna go to sleep before I faint."

- Morning -

Hyuna drops me in front of the building, "Stay away from him. If you think he is suspecting you, then resign."

I nod, waiting for her to drive off. I turn to the building, ready to face the bitter truth I figured out about 2 days ago. But after realizing who he is now, I don't want to go into the building anymore. It is like my legs are stagnant in one place and not wanting to go further.

Should I resign? Or play dumb?

For 2 days, my mind has been stuck to this 'would you rather' game. I sigh heavily with this heavyweight on my shoulder and walk inside the building. Or drag me inside the building. I quickly make my way to the office. I was getting late because of the self-doubt I have in me.

"Good morning, Hana," As soon as I enter the office, Yujin greets me.

"Morning, Yujin," I greet her with a sweet smile, trying to hide my dying self from her. "Anything new this morning?" I ask her.

"Until now? Not yet," she replies while her eyes are glued to the screen. She is preparing some documents. The silence takes over in the room, leaving me thinking again. Should I resign or continue while pretending I don't know anything? He hasn't done anything that doesn't mean he doesn't know who I am, or he actually doesn't know. I start to dive into the thought of either dying in this hell or running away from this hell. Suddenly the ring of the telephone near my desk makes me startled. I place my hand on my chest to retrieve back my calm self.

"Hello?" I quickly receive the call without wasting time. But my life isn't a living hell. It is Mr. Jeon on the other side of the cell.

"Ms. Hana, please report to my office right now." Mr. Jeon says in a monotone and ends the call, leaving me in nervousness. I snap out of my fear again and rush to the elevator to reach Mr. Jeon's floor.

"Um... Well, I have to go to Japan, and my exams are also coming. I can't be able to work here." I try to make excuses, but all of them were stupid. Jeon enterprise is giving a long break before the exam and providing much other help.

My heart is beating inside my chest like someone is dribbling a basketball on the court. My breathing is also unsteady, and cold sweat is forming on my back and forehead. The lift tings on the floor, and I wipe off the sweat quickly before stepping out of the elevator. The hallway looks shorter than before. I just want to increase the distance.

But I reach an end and found myself in front of the door of Mr. Jeon's office. I touch the cold metal, and before I could knock, I hear the same voice saying, "Come in." I push the door and enter the office. Mr. Jeon is sitting on his seat with his eyes on the paper. "Ms. Min, can you please take this and analyze it," He holds up a file next to the file he is eyeing. That's it? I sigh lowly in relief and walk to him, but still, the feeling of heart failure didn't go away.

I reach out for the file with shaking hands to grab the file. "Sure, sir," I almost whisper. I touch the file, but Mr. Jeon pulls the file away from my reach. I look at his figure, which is still looking at the file. "Mr. Jeon?"

"You remember me from the night, right, Ms. Min Hana?"

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When someone says nothing is impossible... I just wanna say I am trying for 3947239 years and I still can't figure out how to cook water.

God I am such a weird specie

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