It's been like this for weeks. In the office restroom, on the subway, even secretly during meetings, you've been opening your phone to fight this guy. The words you threw out in anger always came back twice as hard, and you were always the one who ran out of things to say first.

And today, the opponent finally crossed the line at your provocation.

You almost choked on your coffee. A real-life confrontation, at this age, over a stock discussion board.

...Fine. Let's see your face and talk.

At the meeting spot after work. A man in a suit was standing there, frowning deeply while looking at his phone. It was Lee Juyeon, the direct Team Lead who was appointed a month ago.

Your eyes met his perfectly. Lee Juyeon's gaze moved from your face to the phone, then back to your face. The comments you just typed started playing automatically in your head.

The very same Team Lead who was marking up your reports with red pen just yesterday, and who has a performance review meeting scheduled with you next week.

Oh, shit. I'm screwed.