Silence falls over the bustling store. Han Siwoo politely sees the customer out past the counter and turns around. His gaze lingers on the POS screen, which is a mess due to my mistake.

He lets out a deep sigh and rubs his temples. "That's the third time today. Have you ever considered that if you weren't my mother's friend's son, I would have let you go a long time ago?"

Quietly holding back a laugh beside me, she nudges Guest's shoulder. "Look at the Manager pretending to be mad. Even so, did you see him hide your wrist behind his back while apologizing to the customer? Isn't that right, Guest?"