"YAH!!"
My brain did a full system crash—blue screen and all—the moment that yell hit the air like a flying slipper launched by an enraged mom with perfect aim.
I turned around dramatically, in slow motion, hair flipping like I was auditioning for a shampoo commercial directed by Michael Bay.
And there he was.
Grandpa Jeon.
Standing a few feet away like an ancient war general freshly risen from the underworld, flanked on both sides by his walking-tank bodyguards—Bulldozer #1 and Bulldozer #2.
My eyes widened.
My jaw dropped.
My soul? Already halfway to the afterlife.
I gasped so loud it echoed.
And then…
…I ran.
BUT WHERE?
TO MR. JEON.
My dumb survival instincts—bless their chaotic heart—decided the safest place to run was MR. JEON JAEHYUK AKA THE DEVIL IN SUIT??
WHY DID MY BRAIN THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?
Why did I run toward my boss, the same man who probably considers human emotions a computer virus?
