The employees groaned louder at the thought, but Suho's grin only widened. In his mind, he was already imagining the receipts—premium phones, laptops, and even luxury appliances as "prizes." All perfectly valid company expenses, all burning through system funds.
As the last exhausted runners limped across the imaginary finish line, Suho clapped his hands once more. "Good! Remember, health is wealth. Tomorrow, we do it again."
The employees, drenched in sweat, muttered under their breath. To them, it felt like torture. But to Suho, it was a golden opportunity.
All the employees looked at Suho standing at the front of the line, curiosity flickering in their eyes. They whispered among themselves, confused as to why the boss had gathered them so early.
Wu Yu tugged on Jin Wu's sleeve, lowering his voice. "Brother Yan, what's going on? Why is Mr. Kim making us stand like schoolkids?"
