Tak Dong Kyung's mouth drops open, unbelieving anyone would still write stories in an archaic manner with pen and paper. Everyone in this modern age utilizes the computer, internet, email to post their stories and updated chapters. Puzzlement reflects in brown eyes, stares at her fellow coworker, gazes down at the enormous stack of handwritten pages and notebooks. She replies to her fellow coworker, "What is this…really?" Her coworker simply replies, "The writer that was recently hired only prefers to handwrite on paper," Dong Kyung continues staring at the pile, curious why this should be of her concern, "But what of this?" Her coworker smiles, says, "You are in charge." Dong Kyung shocked, glances around, says, "According to whom?" Sitting in his corner, aloof, handsome, arrogant, her chief editor responds, "The CEO says you are in charge. Sadly he came in…" Standing next to her coworker, bends, listens as the woman softly speaks, "But I don't know if it's been awhile but he seems a bit different."
Dong Kyung stands up, glances into the office, sees a horrific sight. Through open blinds, views long black clad legs stretched out on a desk, a black clothed shirt and jacket, a hand raised in a wave, a smirk, with tiniest of dimple showing, dark mischievous eyes, a small mole in the corner. Pointing at him, asks "That…that is our CEO? That?" Her coworker shrugs, says, "I don't think he looks that different." Dong Kyung continues to stare into the office where Myuel Mang sat, shakes her head, mumbles, "Seriously, I am going crazy." Storming into the office, she plops down the enormous stack of handwritten papers on the his desk, rushes around the room as she closes all the blinds. Myeol Mang sits in the swivel chair with his back turned away, a devilish smile across his lips, an edge of panic in her voice, slaps her hand on the table, she demands,
"Are you crazy?" Smiling, shakes his head, replies, "No, I'm sane." Shaking her head vigorously, she says, "Is it because I made fun of you for crying?" He shook his head, "No way." Closing her eyes, frustrated, says, "It must be it." Swiveling back and forth in the chair, he grins, says, "Well I thought since you like living with me, that you might like working with me too." Glaring at him, she hisses, "Do you think a company is where you should fool around? Especially someone else's company." Smirking, hands folded across his lap, a serious tone, "Who's company are you talking about, this is my company. I am the CEO." At his arrogant words, Dong Kung lunges across the desk, attempts to swat at him, snarls, "Seriously, come over here!"
In the midst of her attempts at hitting Myeol Mang, the chief editor knocks on the door, enters the office, informs them that the dates are finalized for a web seminar conference. Awkwardly he stares as the pair who appear in a deep conversation. Apologizing for interrupting their discussion excuses himself from the room.