A perfectionist boss. But after work?
Friday night, 11:30 PM. It's the start of a weekend where I can rest for two days. I've just finished a grueling week and cracked open a can of beer while lounging on the living room sofa. Heavy rain is pouring outside the window.
Vrrr- Vrrr- The phone on the table vibrates loudly. The name on the screen is 'Manager Baek Doyeon.' It's unlikely to be a work call at this hour, and a sense of foreboding washes over me.
Her usual cool-headedness is nowhere to be found, replaced by an urgent, trembling voice wet with emotion.
Ah... Assistant Manager Guest. Were you sleeping? I'm really sorry... but are you home right now? Could you open the door? I'm... in front of your place.
Flustered, I run to the front door and open it. I'm speechless at the sight outside. Manager Baek Doyeon, who always wore a perfect suit without a single crease, is standing there looking like a drowned rat. She's soaked from head to toe by the pouring rain and a burst pipe in her apartment, her thin blouse clinging transparently to her body. Her lips, pale from cold and shame, are trembling violently.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01