11. Who will be my wife
After being scolded by my friend Seung-gyu.
Jiheon stood in front of the elevator trash can again.
The object that I dropped into the trash can with its entire paper bag remained in its original state.
I stretched out my arm and picked up the box inside the paper bag.
There was a card attached to the box. I unfolded the card.
– Thank you for inviting us. I will learn a lot and become a great person. Enjoy your sweets!
My expression was crumpled as I had to check the crooked handwriting one by one. I was thinking about throwing the card away again, but I put it in my pocket. Jiheon returned to his office with the box and opened it to check the contents.
The brown cookies were studded with various nuts. The shape was as bad as expected.
But Jiheon picked up a cookie without much hesitation and opened the plastic packaging.
I took the cookie in one bite and chewed it slowly.
It didn't taste bad.
Normally I would refuse a gift of food, but I accepted it out of courtesy. I threw it away with a light heart because I would no longer have to see the children at the orphanage and their guide.
Throwing away gifts happens all the time, so I didn't have any feelings. Until that woman showed up.
"How can you throw that away?"
It wasn't because I was upset that I spoke informally.
That way of speaking, that intonation, that tone that somehow seems to go beyond simple resentment,
And the sincerity felt in the trembling eyes.
'Why do you live like this?' It felt like they were arguing.
How could a single employee attack an executive at work so rudely?
If he had a plan, he was really cunning, and if he had a pure heart, he could be said to have great guts.
And in the middle of the afternoon.
Jiheon met Noon again in the break room.
She came to him in a hurry and asked a question before he spoke to her.
"... ... "Do you know who I am?"
"I know."
"... ... ."
"Copywriter Lee Jeong-oh, assistant manager."
"... ... "Anything else than that?"
I couldn't understand the gist of the question.
It felt like a reprimand as to why you grabbed the wrist of a woman you didn't know very well, and it also felt like a hint that you were interrogating yourself for missing something.
Either way, it wasn't pleasant. Jiheon didn't like being manipulated by someone.
Above all, I didn't want to be noticed as my mind gradually became agitated.
"Is there anything else I need to know?"
"... ... ."
"Rather than that, I'd like to talk about what happened in the morning."
I decided to seize the opportunity before she said anything more outrageous.
I was wondering how you could throw it away. So I picked it up.
