Jin Wu clapped his hands, a habit from the sales floor that carried easily over the hum of keyboards.
"Everyone, a quick word. Tomorrow afternoon, our company will hold a team-building event. The details will be sent to the group chat later. Attendance is required, but don't worry—it's not punishment; it's fun."
The moment "team-building" left his mouth, the whole floor erupted.
"Team-building? Here? Are we dreaming?"
"I've been here five years. We're lucky if the coffee machine doesn't break down, and now the boss is booking team-building?"
"First, he replaces our chairs with thousand-dollar ones. Now this. Is he trying to make us feel guilty?"
They weren't complaining—just overwhelmed. In their memory, Horny Princess Interactive had been a sinking ship, with broken chairs, peeling paint, and morale so low people muted the company chat. Then Kim Suho swept in, replaced furniture worth more than their monthly wages, and now—this?
