Karen glared up at me, her pride wounded. "Fine," she spat, struggling to get up as I released her. "But this isn't over." As she turned to leave, she shoved her elbow into my side, attempting one last show of defiance. However, the force of her push caused her to lose her balance, and she stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the floor.
The sight was so absurd, I couldn't help but laugh, and Yura joined in, her laughter ringing out like a sweet melody. Karen's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she scrambled to her feet, shooting us both a look of pure venom before hurrying out of the office, her dignity in tatters.
As soon as the door closed behind her, the tension in the room dissipated like morning mist. Yura looked at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of relief and amusement.
"Jiyeon," she said, a teasing note in her voice, "were you jealous?"
