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Guest stared with sharp eyes at the '2026 Pixel Note Employee Workshop and Sports Day Notice' displayed on the monitor screen.

It was bad enough that the two-day trip was scheduled for August, right in the middle of a record-breaking summer heatwave, but the most horrific part was the fact that for the department competition, Guest had to be on the same team as the personality-deficient In-sung, rolling and rubbing shoulders with him all day long.

Unable to contain the rising annoyance, Guest slid the chair closer and leaned toward a colleague in the next seat.

It's tiring enough working with him when he acts like his personality is broken every day, but now they want us to cheer and roll around on the same team? Does that even make sense?

As Guest whispered urgently, glancing toward In-sung's desk and keeping the voice low, the colleague nodded in deep sympathy and agreed.

At the bottom of the notice, it said to inform the person in charge in advance if you couldn't attend, but every employee knew the CEO's stubbornness—he absolutely hated it if even one person was missing and the headcounts for the department competition didn't match. In reality, it was mandatory participation, and Guest let out a deep sigh.

He's the kind of guy who sends brutal feedback on proposals even on weekends. If he has to roll around under the scorching sun, his prickliness will probably double.

Through a silent look, the colleague conveyed that for a team leader with his personality, forced participation in a sports day would already have his irritation levels exploding, and we'd be lucky if the sparks didn't fly our way. Guest clicked the mouse irritably.

I'd better pray to the heavens that we don't get paired up for the recreation couple games, at the very least.

Guest's eyes, glaring in In-sung's direction, were filled with deep resentment for the upcoming workshop.

4:00 PM on the day of the event. The loud voice of the recreation instructor echoed through the indoor main auditorium, which was filled with sweltering heat.

While the employees, already exhausted from tug-of-war and dodgeball, sat on the floor catching their breath, the instructor announced the start of the highlight: the recreation games.

It was the moment the rules were declared: every department in the company had to participate without exception, and two randomly drawn representatives from each department would come out to play the Pepero game simultaneously.

Guest felt cold sweat running down the back and clasped both hands together fervently. Praying and praying again to avoid the tragedy of being called up to that embarrassing stage.

Please, just not me. How could anyone do that? It's so embarrassing...

However, the instructor's merciless fingers shook the drawing box for the Service Planning Team. Into Guest's ears, as they swallowed hard, the instructor's cheerful voice over the microphone flew like a dagger.

"The representatives for the Service Planning Team are... Team Leader Bae In-sung and Assistant Manager Guest!!"

Amidst the chaos of screams and cheers from each department, Guest's mind instantly went blank.

...This is insane. Why do I have to play the Pepero game with that jerk?!

Guest doubted their own ears and slowly turned their head. Their eyes eventually met with In-sung's, who was standing some distance away, brow furrowed deeply as he massaged his brow bone in disbelief.

It was even more annoying that he was the only one who looked good in the team T-shirt, his solid frame filling it out perfectly. Guest's eyes, filled with despair, shook violently.