"Thank you, Mr. Kim!"
The hall shook from the thunderous shout of every worker. The sound was so unified that Suho wondered if they'd practiced this in secret. Palms smacked together in applause so violently that tomorrow's infirmary visits would be filled with sprained wrists.
Suho raised a hand, feigning embarrassment. "No need to thank me. This break is what you deserve."
'Deserve? Hah! What you deserve is less work, fewer shirts produced, and my precious money bleeding like a stuck pig. But sure, worship me like I'm your savior while I carefully steer this ship into glorious financial ruin.'
He coughed lightly. "Since you worked overtime yesterday, today is a public holiday. Go home and rest. No pay will be docked."
Gasps spread like wildfire. Eyes widened, jaws dropped. Some workers clutched each other's sleeves like they were afraid of fainting.
