Morning light poured into Steel Cup T-Shirt Factory, but the factory didn't feel like a workplace anymore. It felt like… a temple.
The courtyard buzzed with employees sweeping up yesterday's confetti like acolytes preparing for another sermon. Wu Yu stood proudly at the center, wearing a towel as a makeshift priest's robe. He raised a stapler above his head like it was a holy relic.
"Brothers! Sisters! Rejoice, for today we continue the sacred teachings of Boss Kim!"
The workers cheered like they'd just been promised a four-day weekend. Someone banged two empty paint cans like drums, and another waved a mop like a flag.
Kim Suho, meanwhile, was crouched behind his office blinds, peeking out in horror. "They're doing morning prayers again. To me. I told them to fix the button machine, not canonize my lunch orders!"
