FIGHTING!!

I'm so motivated right now I could build a spaceship out of office supplies, slap a sticky note that says "To Mars" on it, and launch myself out the window using sheer willpower and passive-aggressive emails.

That's how motivated they've got me.

"Fighting!" Jin-ho said, with his coffee raised like it was a weapon in a caffeine-fueled revolution.

"Fighting~" Haewon added, slightly less enthusiastic, like she was still unsure if she actually wanted me to live or not.

"FIGHTING!!!" In-Young screamed at decibel levels that probably cracked a few windows on the 17th floor.

Alright.

That's it.

I'm motivated.

Inspired.

Possessed by the spirit of all underpaid employees before me.

"FIGHTING" I yelled, fists raised to the sky like she was summoning the ancient gods of chaos and caffeine.

Everyone clapped like I was going off to war.

Which, let's be honest—I was.

Off to the 22nd floor.