「By the way—keep an eye on that journalist, Kim Inseok. Word is, he’s been snooping around again.」
「That damn rat never knows when to quit. He won’t find anything, but still... Wooheon, you need to grow into your role and know how to handle bastards like him. Understood?」
「...Yes.」
「Say it with conviction. If you show any signs of hesitation, they’ll go after you even harder.」
「Already starting his succession training?」
「Of course. Back in my day, we didn’t waste any time, not even a second.」
The higher the status, the more cautious anthropomorphs had to be in public, since were always eyes on them.
Even more so when alcohol was involved.
So when they wanted to drink, they met in private—at one another’s homes.
That night had been one of those rare, relaxed gatherings over drinks.
A handful of company heads had gathered at Wooheon’s house.
Anthropomorphs didn’t hold their liquor well, so Wooheon assumed it was just a lighthearted joke.
