"What did Hanuel even do to you?!" I asked, staring at Mr. Jeon with the kind of expression one usually reserves for malfunctioning printers and delayed salary payments.
Mr. Jeon didn't even blink. "His face is just so hateable."
I rolled my eyes so hard I saw the ghosts of his ex-employees past.
"I told you to stop judging people by their appearance!" I barked.
He shrugged.
"Truth hurts." he said with the confidence of a man who's never known consequences.
"Says who?" I snapped, eyebrows nearly flying off my face.
"Me" he replied flatly, as if that was enough of a credible source, arms crossed like a toddler denied extra dessert.
I scoffed. "Half of Jeon Corporation hates you."
He rolled his eyes. Classic. Here we go again with the daily 'Let's emotionally wrestle in the workplace' session.
"And the other half loves me" he replied smugly, adjusting his perfectly unnecessary cufflinks like he was being filmed for a cologne ad.
