Cheat day

Large corporation

A week later.

I established a side dish store corporation and even rented a small office.

The executive is my mother, and there is only one employee, but nonetheless, I have my own company now.

When I just thought about it, I wondered if it would actually work out, and it was a bit moving.

Once I actually started the work, I was completely out of my mind.

Since it was my first time doing this, there was no way to get through it easily from start to finish.

I did manage to start a company with the help of those around me, by looking up information and getting consultations, but…

Rather than feeling excited, I’m worried about what will happen if it fails.

Even if I say it’s my responsibility, now that I have employees, my sense of responsibility is no small matter.

“Haah.”

After setting up the computer and straightening my back, a sigh naturally escaped.

As I wiped the sweat pouring down like rain with the towel around my neck, the old pickled vegetables came into view.

Before I knew it, I finished organizing my desk and am now wiping off the dust-covered items.

“Ms. Eunji, are you okay for a moment?”

“Yes.”

When I sat at the table, I roughly tidied up the old map and took a seat across from it.

I took out the prepared employment contract and showed it.

“Read it all the way through.” As I mentioned, it’s exactly as I said.

The salary offered to Muk Eun-ji was 42 million won.

Since I also had experience working at a large corporation, it was an amount adjusted to ensure a net monthly income of 3 million won.

It was the best I could offer, but I was worried it might not be satisfactory for Mukji.

I sign without hesitation.

“Wait a moment.”

There is something to double-check before signing.

“I mentioned it once before and it’s also written in the contract, but I’ll remind you again for confirmation.”

“Yes.”

“Before the company grows, it will be difficult to give bonuses.” Still, I’ll make sure to take care of it as much as possible. I’m sorry that I can only tell you this for now.

“I know.”

“And although taking a vacation might be difficult for a while, please let me know if you have any urgent matters or if you’re feeling unwell.”

“I understand that there are no annual paid leave regulations for workplaces with fewer than four employees.”

“……Yes.”

In fact, there are too many companies that exploit loopholes by using vague, limited, or biased regulations.

I also experienced a lot of unreasonable things while working at such a company.

I can’t let my hard-earned side dish store be seen as just another company by someone.

“It’s the initial stage, so we need to be flexible.” “Don’t worry.”

“Thank you.”

Next is the role of aged kimchi.

What Eunji will do is content planning. It would be great if you could write the script, organize the information, or create materials for the broadcast.

“Yes.”

“And I would like you to take care of the calls that come to me.” Reply too.”

I will check with the CEO and proceed. Is it more convenient for you to sign documents or to do it verbally?

“Please say it.” Uh……

Mugunji raised an eyebrow.

The title “CEO” feels a bit awkward to me. It’s just the two of us, so feel free to be comfortable.

“It won’t work.”

He is a person who is always resolute, no matter when you see him.

“Let’s try to change that part slowly.”

“It won’t work.”

“No.” Next, is your typing speed fast by any chance?

“I haven’t checked it, but I’m familiar with document work.”

“I’m going to add subtitles to the video, but there are many broadcasts done without a script.” For example, discussing the set menu or making side dishes.

“Yes.”

“If I give you the edited video, can you type out the dialogue?”

“No problem.”

That’s a relief.

If you can do just this much, I will have some leeway too.

“Then.”

Mugunji last checked the employment contract.

It’s been quite a while since we set the commuting hours and shared the schedule.

It’s 1 PM.

While pondering what to eat for lunch, the old man, who was skimming through the contract, picked up a pen.

Come to think of it, I need to make a copy.

On my way out to eat, I should stop by the print shop.

I guess I should buy a copier. I need a copy of my bankbook, and unexpectedly, I have a use for it.

“I will look into the product.”

“No.” “I’ll buy it second-hand.”

Mugunji took out her smartphone and opened an app.

It’s a carrot.

“Please.”

“Yes.”

With a smile and a request, Muk Eun-ji handed me the contract he had personally signed.

Now, a new employee has really joined the side dish store.

“It’s a bit awkward for me to say this, but I didn’t expect you to agree so readily.”

He said while inserting the contract into the file.

“It was a better deal than Hongdangmu Entertainment.”

“Really?”

It’s surprising.

“We only received investment from a large corporation, but we are not a large corporation ourselves.”

It seems that many people, including myself, were misinformed about Hongdangmu Entertainment.

“Still, thank you.” Actually, I thought you had gone to another company.

“I’ve had a few interviews, but they weren’t very pleasant experiences.”

“Why?”

Everyone was curious about why they quit the carrot. In a few places, I avoided answering, but at the last company, they kept pressing me, so I said I left because I received unfair instructions from my boss.

It has become clear that both the red radish and the aged kimchi have experienced unfortunate events.

I had a rough idea and thought it wasn’t very important, so I didn’t pry, but it seems there was someone who really wanted to know.

“So?”

“I asked if they would protest against unfair instructions there and if they would resign if their protests were not accepted.”

I don’t have that kind of experience, so I can’t know for sure, but is it a stress interview?

“It’s a difficult question to answer.”

“I said it would happen.”

I opened my mouth without realizing it.

“When I asked if there was anyone giving unfair orders, they didn’t answer.” The interviewer didn’t seem very good from the start, so I gave up.

How can such a small body hold so much? It’s truly amazing.

I envy the confident and rational attitude of not being intimidated by the interviewer and, on the contrary, checking what the company is like.

“Because of that, there wasn’t a place I liked.”

“Mm.”

“No one wants to work with subordinates who don’t follow orders willingly.”

“…….”

In the past, it was a bit more lenient. I was desperate to be liked and noticed, but now I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t know the reason, but.

It seems that quitting the job at Hongdangmu has brought about a change of heart.

It looks good. Confidently.”

“The only person who has said that is you, CEO.” I will do my best.

Since the aged kimchi bowed its head, I bowed my head and greeted it too.

“Shall we go eat then?”

I can’t take it anymore.

My stomach is growling, as if it’s screaming that I’m going to starve to death.

As I stood up, I suggested going to have lunch.

“I’m fine.”

I couldn’t understand what it meant, so I blinked, and Muk-ji answered again.

“Please have a meal and come back.” I will finish organizing the office before you return.

Mugunji also got up and headed to his seat.

“That’s not right.” Where is there something more urgent than eating?

This time, the aged kimchi stares blankly at me.

Ah. If you feel uncomfortable eating together, it’s okay to eat separately.

“No.”

“What is it?”

Mugunji hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I’m controlling my diet, so I don’t eat lunch.” “Please don’t take it to heart if the CEO is uncomfortable.”

“……Meal control?”

I thought I shouldn’t ask or care about personal matters, but I just can’t understand why you’re controlling your diet.

All this time, it was winter, so I wore thick clothes and didn’t notice, but my cheeks weren’t deeply sunken.

The forearm of the old pickled cabbage, rolled up to clean, was as bony as could be.

It’s even pitiful.

Yes. Meal control.

“Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

“No.”

It was hard to believe, so I kept watching, and Mukunji let out a small sigh and opened up.

“I can’t eat well.”

“…….”

“There is no hindrance to working.” You don’t need to worry.

“How can you say it’s okay when you can’t eat?” It’s strange, isn’t it? “Sit down for a moment.”

As soon as I sat back down at the desk where we had just been talking, Mukji had no choice but to sit in his own chair.

“You’re not sick or anything, are you?” It’s not about blaming you; if you’re sick, you need to get treatment.

The aged kimchi is staring at me.

He has a knack for making people frustrated because his thoughts are not reflected on his face.

“That’s true.”

After a moment of contemplation, the aged kimchi nodded.

“We can’t keep letting this slide.”

It seems like they somehow understood my position.

“Go ahead and speak.” What’s going on?

“I don’t think so, but the hospital says it’s an eating disorder.”

“An eating disorder?”

“It’s anorexia.”

“……Yes?”

I know that the term “anorexia” exists because it refers to the symptom of refusing to eat.

But you don’t want to eat.

Confusing.

“I really know it’s rude.” I’m sorry. “I don’t know anything, so I’m not sure if this question is wrong, or if just being curious is rude.”

“It’s okay.”

“How?”

Mugunji slightly furrowed her brow.

“How so?”

“How can a person not eat?”

Mugunji blinked twice and then asked back instead.

“Don’t you usually ask for a reason?” “Why or how did it end up like that?”

“……Ah.”

I thought that might be the case, but since it’s a disease I can’t possibly understand, I was curious about how it could happen.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“At first, it was like that.”

“First time?”

“I’ve gotten used to it over time.”

I clearly understood the meaning of the words, but my mind can’t accept it.

I can’t understand how they managed to suppress their appetite or why they had to endure it to such an extent.

“Still, if you don’t eat anything, it will be a big problem.”

I eat a liquid diet in the morning. I will ensure that there are no disruptions to the work.

Born in 1991, yet speaking as if from 1919, with an unsociable attitude, still doing well at work, and even having a uniquely strange name—there’s nothing about them that’s not unique.

It wasn’t as surprising as the fact that he wasn’t eating.

“What about the cake we gave you back then?”

A week ago, I remembered the cake that was hurriedly handed to me and asked.

You looked so exhausted that I meant for you to eat a sweet cake and cheer up, but I became curious about how it turned out.

“My younger sibling ate it.”

“……You gave food to someone else?”

The aged kimchi nodded.

“How?”

“Yes?”

It was a cake. It’s not like it’s spinach or burdock root.

“I can’t understand what you’re curious about.”

“Me too.”

I can’t understand why this person is acting like this either.