Terban's POV
Swelling eyes, bruised cheeks, and bleeding lips. I sighed as I looked at myself in front of the mirror. I can't continue the presentation at the meeting later when I look like this.
Well, it's my fault. I did stupid things, so I need to face the punishment.
After washing my face and putting a band-aid on the affected area, I changed my clothes. Even though my brain is messed up because of what happened, I must put work first. Then after this, I will take care of myself.
Standing in front of the meeting hall, I took several deep breaths. I tried to have a perfect image in the company. Although many people criticize me, at least I worked well. That's why I'm nervous to show how messy I am right now.
"Sir Terban, did you fall in the elevator?" the employee handed me the ballpoint pen. If I'm correct, she's assigned to the information desk.
"Thank you. But I won't use it. I don't know how many bacteria it has," I said.
