"I'M SORRY to say this, Gayoung-ssi. But you're just a part-timer here. I can't give you the contact details of one of our top writers."
Oh.
Bae Gayoung already expected that Mr. Nam, the editor in charge of the mysterious writer that Bae Wonyoung wanted to meet, wouldn't give her the information that she needed that easily.
After all, it was true that she was just a part-timer in the publishing house.
"I understand, sir," Bae Gayoung said. "I was just intrigued by the mysterious writer, so I thought I'd ask."
"It's okay to be curious, but don't be too curious to the point you forget your place."
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Nam was being condescending, but Bae Gayoung had already gotten used to the editor's attitude that she had also learned to be more patient when dealing with the man.
Just pretend you're listening to him, then forget every trashy thing he said.
"But I may consider giving you a hint if you drink with me tonight, Gayoung-ssi."
Eww.
