Cho Rin stood hesitantly by the office door. "Boss, I might not be able to attend tonight's dinner."
Suho barely glanced up from his phone. "Then don't. The money's already spent. I don't care if you skip."
He stretched lazily, then added, "Tell the others—it's voluntary. No one's forced to come. If they'd rather stay home chewing kimchi and instant noodles, that's their problem."
Cho Rin's lips twitched despite herself. She bowed quickly and left, relieved that Suho wasn't the kind of boss to scold over something like this.
Out on the factory floor, Wonho cornered Jin Wu. "Boss is holding a dinner tonight. You're coming, right? That means no street vending tonight. I'll cover for you."
Jin Wu frowned, arms crossed. "You covering means half the job gets done. But… fine. It would look bad if I didn't show."
Wonho grinned. "I'll tell Boss you were the one who suggested it. He'll like that."
