Holiday over, Suho leaned back in his chair, sipping the coffee Cho Rin had brewed, while mentally panicking about the 3 million system dollars still sitting unspent.
A knock snapped him out of it.
"Mr. Kim, I've completed the machine inspection," Jiang Cheng announced as he slid in, placing a thick folder on the desk.
Suho raised a brow. "Already? You had the whole weekend off."
"I, uh, combined it with a… shopping trip with my wife."
Suho's brow furrowed. "So you worked overtime. Without asking me."
Jiang stiffened.
Suho leaned in, lowering his voice to a deadpan whisper: "That's called… unauthorized enthusiasm. Never again. Understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Kim," Jiang replied instantly, like a soldier caught stealing rations.
Satisfied, Suho opened the folder.
Inside: neat charts, machine specs, attached photos. But Suho ignored all of that. His eyes zoomed straight to the prices.
45,000 dollars. 50,000. 60,000 for the "premium" model.
Suho's smile froze. That's it?
