He blinked. "…Ghost what…?"
The boss shouted, "STOP IGNORING MEEE—"
Dong-wook lifted one finger, then had to grab the wall with his other hand just so he wouldn't fall.
"Don't shout… I'm reading… my eyes… are doing that spinny thing again…"
He blinked slow, like the text was wobbling.
He pocketed the phone.
Grabbed the boss by the collar. Headbutted him. The boss dropped like a sack of onions.
Dong-wook stepped over him.
"I gotta go," he muttered. "Don't wait up."
The girlfriend waved both hands. "CALL MEEEEE—!"
Dong-wook waved lazily. "I don't know your name—"
He stepped outside into the alley.
A black sedan was parked there. Windows tinted. Engine running.
A man in sunglasses stepped out from the car.
"You are Lee Dong-wook?"
Dong-wook nodded. "Yeah."
"Get in."
Dong-wook scratched his head.
"…Am I fired?"
"No."
"…Promoted?"
"No."
"…In trouble?"
"Yes."
"…Ah."
He opened the door and climbed in. "Whatever. I'm tired."
