Yueul’s voice faltered, lacking enthusiasm at the prospect of completing the task in one day. He wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions. Wooheon clicked his tongue in mild annoyance.
The partners Wooheon had worked with before had been almost expressionless, sticking strictly to work-related conversations and responding with tears when scolded.
Having only encountered such people, Wooheon found Yueul to be quite pathetic. To be 28 years old and still unable to mask his feelings—it was no wonder he had been fired, not because of society’s discrimination against anthropomorphs but likely due to incompetence.
As Wooheon left the room, Yueul followed behind him, returning to the desk he had been assigned that morning.
“I can’t catch a break, even in the morning....”
Is this what a working life is like?
Yueul, who had only ever done part-time jobs, was clueless about how a company operated. He pulled out the books and notebook he had brought with him.
