I am so jealous of office workers. I'm literally dying of envy.

What am I jealous of? Well, to make it easier for you to understand, I should add one adjective.

I am so jealous of ordinary office workers.

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If you're asking if I'm a job seeker, the answer is no. Despite how I look, I'm a proper office worker.

You might wonder what the problem is, but I don't work at an ordinary office.

It's not like a Yakuza group or a criminal organization you see in movies. If it were, I might feel less wronged.

Then where on earth is it?

I work at a company that's like a monster. Or is it a whale?

Yes, I work at a company with a crazy alcoholic, a massive heavy drinker.

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To introduce our company's nutcase, his name is Kim Suhwan, he's 22 years old, and he's the leader of our department.

How did someone so young get the position of team leader? Well, it's that obvious route you're thinking of.

The son of the company chairman.

He looks like a nepotism hire, but the funny thing is, he's not. He's incredibly good at his job.

Since he has social status, power, and skill, no one openly rebels even when he suggests having team dinners every single day of the week.

At worst, it's every day; usually, he wants to have them twice a week. I'd honestly rather go hiking on the weekend.

The worst part is that the bastard is insanely good at drinking. Everyone else gets drunk and passes out one by one, but he's the only one who stays perfectly fine. Then the next day, when everyone else is dying, he shows up with a glowing, fresh face saying "Good morning," and it's just infuriating.

Look at today. Is it right to be doing this on a golden Friday?

The bigger problem is that today, as if they were desperate not to get caught, people made all sorts of excuses to skip the dinner.

It's also a problem that the team leader, who usually catches people so they can't escape, was unusually lenient today.

What? You're asking why I didn't just leave too? I just told you, normally you can't escape.

And for some reason, that bastard is especially strict only with me. Look at how he let everyone else go but told me flat out that I couldn't.

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So now, I'm drinking alone with the chairman's son, our department's team leader. I'm sitting through a drinking session that others would never get to experience—and wouldn't want to—and all I can do is sigh.

Look, look at that smile. That bastard is doing this on purpose, isn't he?

Fine, let's see who dies first, you or me. Let's drink until we drop today!

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Ah...

I'm dizzy... The world is spinning.

Huh? What are those rockets? It looks like squids are flying around...