No one arrived at the conference room punctually, but Irene was not puzzled.She would be if they
actually came on time without trying to mess around.
That was when the door to her office suddenly opened, and Finn entered, wheezing, "It's done."He
barely made it.
"Good work.You can take a break now," Irene told him.
"Just bring the stuff to the conference room when I text you."
"Okay," Finn nodded, but turned around just as she was about to leave.
"By the way, when are you going to forgive me? I really don't want to be your assistant —I mean, I don't
mind how difficult my work gets, because I won't complain.You, on the other hand, are just making me
run personal errands for you."
Irene put down the document she was holding.
"Patience.Your time will come."
"When?" Finn pressed.
Irene simply glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Just take a break for now.The meeting is starting soon."
"Meeting?!" Finn exclaimed coolly.
"What meeting are you talking about? Meeting yourself? I walked past the conference room on my way
here—no one was in there.No one cares about what you say."
"Have you ever considered that you talk too much?"
Irene made a face.
Finn shrugged.
"Just stating facts.They don't like you, and you won't even let me say that now..."
"That's enough," Irene growled, impatient now.
"Good luck!" Finn said, shooting her a look before leaving and closing the door behind himself.
Irene rubbed her temples —it was as if none of them were willing to grant her respite.
After sitting for a while, she straightened her coveralls and did some stretches before heading to the
conference room.
There was still no one inside when she entered, and it was not until half past three when the rest finally
came in, one after the other.
None of them appeared to be paying attention even though they were late, using silence and
perfunctory attitudes as a way of defiance.
Irene was not in a hurry to speak, however, and simply idled in her seat like they did.
"Everyone is probably hungry now, right? I've brought tea and snacks."
She texted Finn then, and he entered, distributing everyone's portion.
It took him almost a day to get all that because they all had different tastes, and everything he bought
catered to all of them.
Naturally, it meant a long-distance journey for Finn just to get some, so he was no different from a
logistics worker, running everywhere across the city.
It would be no exaggeration to say that he suffered more thana pizza boy.
And now, everyone around the meeting table did not dare say a word, because they felt as if Irene had
leverage against them.
"I took your respective tastes into consideration, or is it not satisfactory?"
Everyone traded glances, as if wondering how much she actually knew about them. How did she find
out about tastes too?
"Aren't you violating personal privacy here?" someone asked.
And with someone taking the lead, everyone else promptly joined in.
"What he said!"
"You investigated us without our consent! We demand you take responsibility!"
"Do you have evidence that I did?" Irene asked unhurriedly.
Silence ensued, so Irene continued, "You've all been working here for a while, and know each other
well enough.I could tell because I've been working here too, and I just have to pay attention from time
to time if I want to know you.For example, Raven there likes her coffee pressed, which is made by
mixing boiled water and coarse ground coffee beans.It's purer and tastes stronger."
Leveling her gaze at the woman sitting on the row to her right, she asked, "Or am I wrong?"
Raven Yew had certainly been constantly at odds with her, and the one who just suggested that Irene
violated everyone's privacy.It was only natural for Irene to name her.
Though Irene's gaze was nonchalant and her expression impassive, it projected a pressure regardless.
Everyone then quietly turned toward Raven, who lowered her gaze.
She was just discussing pressed coffee with a colleague last month and had explained the production
process when her colleague asked.
Being named by Irene left her feeling cornered.
Irene did not push here, however, and instead smiled and asked, "Well, do any of you know how I take
my coffee?"
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