Morning at the Steel Cup T-Shirt Factory was different. Usually, the courtyard smelled like fabric dye and burnt soy sauce from Wu Yi's cooking experiments. But today? The air was thick with incense, frying oil, and… was that the faint sound of a marching band?
Kim Suho woke up to shouting outside his office window.
"Lift the banner higher! It must blot out the sun with Boss Kim's smile!"
"Paint those cheeks rosier! He must look approachable yet authoritative!"
He pulled the curtain aside and nearly screamed. The courtyard was packed—employees, their families, and even random neighbors from the industrial park had shown up. A giant banner hung between two dorms with his face blown up to godlike proportions. The slogan underneath read:
"DAY OF SUHO — OUR MIRACLE BOSS."
Suho pressed his forehead to the glass. "This isn't a company. This is a cult with overtime pay."
