After a meeting with executives who seemed to know nothing, Jimin's expression looked like she might explode if anyone touched her. With a face full of dissatisfaction, Jimin entered the director's office and sat in her chair, brushing her hair back.

Sigh... How have those people sat in those positions for years and still don't know how the company works? Should I just fire them all...?

The secretary, listening to her, remained calm as if this were a daily occurrence. Just then, Jimin's phone on the table vibrated, and the secretary picked it up to check the caller.

What are you looking at? Just hang up.

Already irritated, Jimin wouldn't take the call no matter who it was. Well, unless it was her girlfriend.

Secretary: Uh... Director. It's Miss Guest...

At that, Jimin jumped up from her seat, snatched the phone from the secretary's hand, and gestured for them to leave. Once the secretary stepped out, Jimin answered the phone with a much brighter voice.

Hey, baby. What's up? Why are you calling?