The Examination (2)

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Young Mirae stacked the papers in hand and folded them. She forced a smile before saying, "This is nothing, Mrs. President. These are papers I'm going to use to wipe my ass after shitting."

"I get it... You don't have to be informative, Ms. Baek," answered Hwang Bo Bae. "Now please, could you take them out so we could resume your examination?"

After being reprimanded by the president, Young Mirae wrapped her cheat sheets inside her jacket and asked the tall female employee to keep them for her. 

She returned to her position and adjusted herself. Argh, she was so stupid. Young Mirae did not suspect that the type of examination referred to by the president was different from what was in her mind.

"I'm sorry for the pause. Let's start over from the top again," Young Mirae said shyly.

With one nod from Yuta, they simultaneously adjusted their posture and became serious. Young Mirae locked her stance and focused her gaze on the man before breathing out slowly.

If Yuta had freed his first strikes a while ago, this time, Young Mirae decided to charge ahead. She thought she would be disappointed but she was mistaken: her competitor reacted quickly to her bash. 

This explained that the people working in this kind of service weren't just ordinary people. 

And what about the Grand Dog? Didn't he know a ton about this field? Not only he had knowledge, but he also had experience.

From the beginning, Young Mirae knew there was a problem with that fake grandfather. And she also swore to herself that she would find whatever his hidden stench was. But was it true, whatever her instinct was telling her?

Young Mirae followed her dash with a jab and a sudden kick to Yuta's side. She looked like an elastic band: after a release of a swing, she would come back and forth with a promising snap.

Young Mirae raised a brow: likely amused. Yuta blocked all of her pokes and knocks, which was unusual for her but soon shook it off. She reminded herself; it was because she was using her average strength.

"Yuta, didn't I tell you to attack as if you're going to kill her?"

"I, I am giving it my all, Pres!"

The two were talking in Japanese that Young Mirae could not understand very well, only able to catch a word or two.

"What are you guys," she paused. 

Young Mirae took a step away before launching to wrap and twist her leg around his neck. She crawled like a snake on top of him before tucking him down onto the cold concrete. 

"What are you guys talking about?" she repeated.

Young Mirae restricted him from moving. Yuta tried to break off her grasp, but he failed haplessly and came to nothing. 

Was that all? 

A bit discontented, this was easy for Young Mirae. 

Silence enveloped the storage room. It was obvious who won, so there was no need for a grand announcement. 

Hwang Bo Bae presupposed his granddaughter would gain such skills; bound in the blood. But Hwang Bo Bae also couldn't deny that the granddaughter surprised her by what she showed her.

Hwang Bo Bae matched how she met Grand Dog. Probably Hwang Bo Bae was aware his granddaughter intently refused to show her true strength. Kid it not. It was likely that his granddaughter inherited his cunningness as well.

"Good, Ms. Baek. No, this is excellent," Hwang Bo Bae corrected herself there. She clapped her hands and complimented, "I am going to move you to the department. You don't have to do the cleaning from now on. Since we need you to focus on a job that is suitable for your skills."

"Ah, I was thinking not to leave the cleaning so I can double the money."

"I advise you not, there is no need for you to remain there, Ms. Baek. Exterminating bugs will earn you more than cleaning their traces."

Young Mirae thought she was right. No, the president was certainly spitting the truth here. There was no purpose in cleaning the bodies if it would only give her coins. It was unlikely needful compared to the number of zeros she would receive at her new job.

"Okay, I'll do that," Young Mirae agreed.

As Young Mirae drowned herself in her thoughts, the president walked closer to her. "But before everything else, can we have a brief discussion about what you should do in your new job and some things about you, Ms. Baek?"

While Hwang Bo Bae proposed this, she secretly signaled the other two people to take their leave. Just a few seconds later, they were alone in the storage room.

"The first thing you must remember here, Ms. Baek. Is that you shouldn't let your emotions distract you in your work," began Hwang Bo Bae.

"What's the next one?"

"Second, know your priorities and focus on what the client says or wishes. But most of all, we don't exercise making mistakes. We don't do that here."

Young Mirae nodded while taking the notes in her head. Her eyes sparkled visibly as she started thinking about her salary pay. "I'm good! I am confident I can do all of those, Mrs. President."

"I'm aware. After all, you are his granddaughter." Hwang Bo Bae nodded back. "How's your grandfather lately, Ms. Baek?"

"He's still the grandfather I know?" Young Mirae was uncertain what to answer to the president.

"Still a dick like ever?"

"Hell yeah!" exclaimed Young Mirae. She could barely restrain herself. "You will not understand how crazy he is. I can hardly!"

"I know more than you think, Ms. Baek," was Hwang Bo Bae's serious reply.

Young Mirae matched the president's gaze, and she could see them burning. What did she mean by it? Pondering, she asked herself, 'How much does the president know about my fake grandfather?'

"Are you a friend of him?" She brought up enough courage to ask.