See You After Work- 2. It's a foul if you cry.

2. It's a foul if you cry.

I just imagined that I'd rather be torn apart and swallowed myself. 

It looks good on you. Dress. 

When I was desperate to get a hole in the sky. 

Congratulations. Marriage. 

Unlike his low voice and congratulatory words, his eyes were bright and his lips burst into laughter as if he was not praying. 

All those things seemed to show her mind in harmony.

Three years ago in Spain, where the house collapsed and had to hurry back home. It was hard to say to him that her father's business had gone horribly bankrupt.

I felt like I was going to make a big tree for his bright future. I didn't want to share the hard things that I might not be able to break up with. 

So, she returned home as if she were running away, leaving only the words to break up. 

"You must have been unhappy. I would have run into you all of a sudden."

Chae-won murmured helplessly. 

Yeah, I guess so.

How unpleasant would it be to meet me who suddenly left me after declaring that we should break up? 

Even getting married, how unwelcome it must have been. 

I would have done the same. I would have, too. 

"I don't feel so good. I'm getting so depressed"

Phew. With a short sigh, Chae-won raised her head, giving strength to her chin. 

She knows that deep-seated suffering doesn't help her life at all. 

You have to get rid of the inevitable. 

It literally can't be helped.

“The bride now closes her eyes and does her best.”

It was then. 

The middle-aged woman standing next to her opened her mouth as if she had finished her consciousness.

"Oh, yes. Pray."

Forgetting being with someone for a moment, Chae-won nodded and closed her eyes. Here, pray earnestly for the man who lost his life in an accident. 

The middle-aged woman, who introduced herself as "Kwak," spoke in a voice that was not pleasant to hear. 

"You should try your best. with all one's heart" 

"Oh, yes, sincerity."

Sincerity. How can you do that? I don't even know your face. 

Chae-won closed her eyes and focused her whole mind. Please go to a good place... Don't wander around... 

Blah blah blah...

I will go to a good place for someone in the other world who has never seen his face before and pray with all my heart.

I don't know how to "do my best," so I just had to close my eyes. 

Kwak looked over her expression and sprayed the girl with powder burning the talisman. 

The black ash clung to the white dress. 

"For a thousand days, the bride always prays for the groom. with all one's heart and soul You'll have to throw your life at it." 

"Yes...sincerity... prayer... Yes, I get... it..."

I tried hard to erase Sung-joon's weak thoughts. 

Chae-won closed her eyes and concentrated on her mind. 

Yeah, forget it, forget it. 

I won't see him again. 

Why don't you believe me as a married woman, we won't see each other again. 

It's better than that. Forget it, forget it.

"Brides should be deeply engraved. You can't be anybody's for a thousand days. Keep that in mind."

"Yes...understand..."

Chae-won, who is covered with black ash, will try to concentrate on praying with all her heart.

The reason why I don't laugh at this ridiculous situation is because I already live in a more strident and acerbic reality.

She was full of ashes, no pumpkin wagon to take home, no glass shoes to leave, no prince to come looking for her. 

Before I knew it, life was a cruel fairy tale.

*

"Senior, who is it?" 

"What."

"The woman from before."

Shortly after Chae-won and Sung-joon faced each other, Tae-ri came out of the shop. 

Taeri approached Sung-joon and saw the bride's face. 

Taeri, who got into the car, asked Sung-joon, who remained silent the whole time, holding the steering wheel. 

The two were seniors and juniors in college.

"Didn't you know her? I thought you knew her."

"Just. Just someone I knew for a while."

"Ah, someone I knew for a moment."

Tae-ri chewed Sung-joon's words and nodded. 

Well, you could have met someone you know.

It seems like you're getting married, but you seem to have seen your old acquaintance by chance. 

That's possible. 

But the reason why I keep feeling strange is because of Sungjun's expression. 

"I guess we weren't very happy to see each other. It's a low pressure to be a senior, right now." 

“Don't point it over, it's not like that.”

"Can you look in the mirror and talk? It's very low right now." 

“Please don't let me see you with you like this in the future. The reason for the low pressure is there.” 

Sung-joon was immersed in driving, hitting Tae-ri's words shorter than usual.

Tae-ri swept his head away in embarrassment. 

"How am I supposed to do something I can't do? I'm scared of my dad, too."

“All right, all right. Do you think I'm here because I have nothing to do? Han Sung-joon, I don't know if you know you're being mean today.” 

Tai-ri pouted his lips at Sung-jun, who still maintains low pressure. 

Damn. Half a joke and half a truth, he's still just driving and saying nothing. 

What's certain is that it's a low pressure that's different from the one he basically maintains.

"Your acquaintance is pretty.”

He speed up the pace uselessly. 

The back of the hand that held the steering wheel was covered with blood.

“Seeing someone in a dress makes me suddenly want to wear a dress, is it time for me to get married?”

"Three minutes before arrival. Call the chairman, that we’re almost there."

"Okay."

Anyone had to know. 

He was angry.

**

Two months later. 

"I'm sorry to say this, Chae-won, but I know the situation, but the debtors come to see me every time."

Chae-won walked along the road.

The path of a laid-off worker who was fired from a translation company he worked for. Three months later, when he was fired from his job and changed jobs, a group of liars and rum debtors flocked. 

The problem was the last private loan my father used. 

"I have to work to pay back the light, and if I'm good, I can't even pay back the debt. Why do you keep coming to me? I'm not running away..."

People who don't have laws or common sense.

She was fired if she deserved to settle down, pushed back into debt, and the situation showed no sign of improvement. 

They seem to have wanted to take advantage of the psychological pressure that they would have to work hard to pay me back, which is farther than other debts.

Chae-won stopped sharply.

"Well done, by the way."

She got fired! She hit it well! 

I was going to do really well this time! Mr. Wuyi! 

My heart is beating so fast that my head is spinning, but I'm sure it's because of my blood pressure that's been soaring. 

"Oh, really, what is this?"

A springtime lunchtime that is so dazzling.

 The spring breeze is warm enough to be nervous.

Chae-won concentrated for a while as she stood still and blew her palm out. 

The lips opened by themselves.

"The day is so good. It's like this ..."

 Bad weather! That's really nice, really!

"I can't even shed tears now. At first, I was crying."

I'm a human being, and I'm good at adapting uselessly. Is that an advantage? I don't know that either. 

Aside from not being able to shed tears, it just flows out of laughter. 

Oh, let's just sell it.

Chae-won took out her cell phone and re-installed the workplace app. 

It's been three months. 

The 200 million won he received in return for her ties to the rest of the world was given to former factory employees who had not already received salaries, and his bank account balance was already zero won.

"Yes, mountains are mountains, and water is water lice. Debt's a debt, fire's a layoff."

I don't get nervous because I feel like I've gotten used to being fired.

It doesn't seem normal to see her install the app as soon as she came back from cleaning up her seat. 

But what can I do? It won't make any difference if you sit down and cry. 

"I really liked the translation work. I've been trying to get down to work for the first time in a long time, but what are you looking for now?"

Even though I tried to calm myself down, I couldn't help but sigh. 

A call came in. 

Chae-won, who was installing the workplace app, quickly answered the phone. 

"Hello, this is the unemployed Jeong Chae-won."

"Hello, unemployed? Good shot, again?"

It's a call from my friend Hae-Kyung.

Chae-won burst into laughter, pointing to her forehead. It's like a crazy smile.

"That's what happened. I said three months."

“No, how do those crazy guys know when they come to work in three months?  Again?  Again?”

An old friend was more fiery than she was. 

With the heated voice, Chae-won calmed down little by little.

"I'm just going to do it now, but the company is a little sore. I wanted to keep going."

"-I know. You said you like it because you get along well. You're a translator or an interpreter, you wanted to do something like that."

"I'll get another one. I was laying down an app for work.”

"-You have to know the mentality. Jung Chae-won."

Chae-won laughed at her friend's lamentable words.

I can't help but laugh. There's nothing else I can do but that.

......then unconsciously raised my head.

Chae-won passed the road and fixed her eyes on a large electronic display. 

Seeing the simultaneous interpreter come out and explain the important state affairs in person, she opened her lips small. 

My dream, there it is.

"-Oh, right. I forgot why I called you for a second. I guess this is also fate."

"...Huh? What does that mean? "

"-Just in case I said I'd ask you, but it fits me like this again, like destiny."

"Fate scares me. I want to pioneer, Hae-kyung."

I wanted to be a great interpreter. I had that dream, too. 

After finishing studying abroad and adding to the study that I want to do...

I wanted to live a wonderful life.

"Chaewon Ah, do you want to work as an interpreter? It's a short-term job."

“...what?!” 

Chae-won's eyes flash open. His mouth opened wide. 

My heart felt prickly because my mind seemed to have been pierced.

"-I was looking for a Spanish interpreter, saying it would take about three months, so I thought of you, so I asked..."

"You can! You can! You can! No matter what! No matter what I can do it!"

Forgetting that she was standing on the street, Chae-won made a loud noise. 

A passer-by glances at me, but what do you know?

My friend, Hae-kyung, said, "I don't think there's any law to ask me to die."

"-I'll explain it in detail later. Then, why don't we go and fold it? I think things are urgent there..."

"Go! Go! Go! I'm now! I can go now!"

"-Can you do it now?" 

"Of course! Even a tiger's den, I'm going in! I'm coming right now!"

"-Okay. Then I'll give you the contact number, so try calling and I hope it works out."

Oh, My God. 

Chae-won's heart was beating so fast that she touched her forehead. 

Hae-kyung... 

Sometimes you look like an angel who came to me, not a friend...

"-Don't put a shit on my face and do well on the interview?"

"Okay, uh, uh... Thank you so much..."

As she took over the phone number from her friend, Chae-won moved her eyes back to the electronic display board.

Looking at the translator who seemed to be shining, Chae-won immediately called. 

Yeah, there's no law against death.

"Hello? Hello, I'm Jung Chae-won, who contacted you when you found an interpreter!"

There's no way I can't make my dreams come true. 

Here we go! I'll go in there right now!

***

"We are launching an environmentally friendly forest café with an air purification system as a pilot. Can I put on the headline like this?"

 The staff spoke to Sungjun, who was looking down on the proposal.

 Sung Joon, who had been looking for a long time, opened his mouth.

"It is important to be eco-friendly, but with a focus on the fact that there is a huge artificial forest cafe in downtown Seoul."

 "Yes. I see, Mr. President."

 Three years ago, Seongjun, who worked at an overseas company, returned to Korea to set up his own company, Air Balance, a company specializing in air purification.

Sung-joon, who opened export markets to countries around the world in a short period of time, became a good example of a start-up in Korean history, even achieving a successful stock listing. 

Sung Joon became a successful businessman.

"Let's have another meeting tomorrow." 

"Yes, Mr. President."

After the employee left the representative office, Sung-joon, who had been working for a long time, handed down the documents he was holding. 

Phew. No matter how hard I try to concentrate, I can't easily get out of the shock of two months ago. 

He was tormented for a second, and he suddenly remembered and embarrassed him. 

Of all things.

Of all things, on the day you get married! 

"Congratulations. Why celebrate, there?"

I wanted to look cool, but I think it was too much. Oh, Sung-joon narrowed his forehead. 

Was I the right person to say congratulations?

Maybe that was more of a poison.

I think I had a crying expression.

 "It's a good day, but i must have ruined it."

 The ex-boyfriend, who had been kicked out, said that he was celebrating her marriage, so it would not sound good.

The expression of trying not to be caught embarrassed may have sounded sarcastic because it looked hard.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime day for an old lover. 

I also feel like I bumped into her on such a day and ruined her wedding.

"Let's work. Let's work. Let's work."

I was sometimes curious about how I would live after breaking up, but I don't think I'll be curious about the run from now on. 

Well, should I say it's a relief?

Sung-jun shook his head as if to sway, and then turned his attention back to the paperwork.

Just in time, the chief of staff will be appointed. 

"Have you called him?"

When asked by Sung-joon, who is in a hurry, Kim nodded. 

"Yes, I've been in touch with him and positive about visiting Korea. We've discussed the date of entry. Come in the day after tomorrow." 

"Great job. We got the plane ticket. We'll make accommodations. No disruptions." 

"Yes. Don't worry. I've already taken care of it."

Sung-joon nodded briefly at Kim's reply. 

Air Balance has planned a "artificial forest" of huge sites. 

It was a system where clear air circulates on large land with sky-piercing holes.

It needed an architect to digest the right interior for the huge eco-friendly artificial forest.

I'm trying to invite a famous architect from abroad, but things are going to work out easily. 

"But there's a problem." 

"Problem?"

Was it just a flutter? There's a problem. 

Sung-jun put his elbows on the desk, clasping his fingers and propping his chin.

He looked at Kim with a raised eye. 

"The architect's personality is very rough. Will it be okay?" 

"Are you mean?" 

"Very much."

"As much as I do?"

"...that much?"

Thrilling.

As Sung-joon's eyes lit up, Chief Kim closed his lips, expressing an appreciation.

Sung-joon, who shot a flame laser from his secretary for a while, turned his eyes to the document, looking away.

"I'm sure he'll do well on his own because he's a tough guy." 

"Oh... I'm not confident..."

Secretary Kim mutters. 

Sung-joon, who finished reading the documents, held up a fountain pen.

After signing softly at the top, he handed over the file to Kim.

"By all means, we take good care not to leak information to the outside. If it breaks down, it's going to turn around again." 

"Yes, I understand." 

"What was the architect's name again?"

"I'm sorry, but he is from Spain."

Spain. Ah, Spain. 

Spain is not good. However.

"So here's the thing. I've got person who can translate Spain. People make big decisions because they are moved by small things."

That's where I got dumped!

"Translation? Where?"

“I've been looking at it from the outside because i've been told to go to the outside, but the acquaintance of someone I know across the board can interpret in Spain and have enough time to interpret.”

“Why is your work so fast? Sometimes you should get in trouble. It's not fun, man.”

"I didn't know today that working as a secretary for the CEO is even more entertaining."

Due to the rapid momentum, Kim cannot be followed.

"I talked to her on a three-month short-term contract, and the other side agreed that she could keep confidential. Would you like to have a quick interview?"

"Is the interviewee out there now?"

"Yes, I haven't stamped it yet. You should take a look."

Kim approached the door at the end of his words. 

Sung-joon, who was only listening to Kim while looking into the documents, opened his mouth.

"But Mr. Kim, I don't really need an interpreter. I don't want to..."

"Come in. "

At Kim's words, Sung-joon raised his head. 

I looked at the door, wondering who was coming.

"Ah..."

Shouldn’t this be? 

What are you doing if it keeps getting tangled up?

"...Huh?"

As soon as he entered the room, he looked into Chae-won's eyes, which turned round in surprise, and Sung-joon hurriedly released his expression.

He reacted before her, and found calm before her. 

As if he knew, as if he didn't know, it doesn't matter if he didn't know, he raised his hand quietly. 

I looked at Chae-won's expression and it looked like,

This is a shocking look as if she had entered the den.

His mood is strangely twisted. 

"Howdy."

How can I be surprised every time? 

He's got nothing to do with it now 

"See you again, we."

"Ah...yes..."

His eyes quickly calmed down. 

At that moment, a chest of double feet cooled down.

"Nice to see you, now."

You can afford that amount of composure. Now.