“Are you here for more soju? I can bring some to your table…”

“But you’re an editor.”

“...Pardon?”

Ha Jae-Gun snatched the soju bottles from Jung So-Mi's hands. He wanted to say something, but he didn’t say anything in the end. He was sure that Jung So-Mi was embarrassed with what she was doing right now.

'What era are we living in?'

Even if Jung So-Mi was the newest employee in the company, she was still an editor. This wasn’t the 90s anymore, and it was painful to watch Jung So-Mi walking around like a server despite being an editor. He felt angry in Jung So-Mi’s stead.

Ha Jae-Gun kept taking the soju bottles from Jung So-Mi and hugged them to his chest. Deputy Ko ran toward them after seeing what was going on.

“Oh, my, Writer Ha. You can just order the staff for such things. You don’t have to get them yourself.” Deputy Ko could only lower himself in front of Ha Jae-Gun.

He could not afford to offend the writer, who was tantamount to a golden goose to the company. After all, it was his duty and obligation as an employee of Star Books to take care of Star Books’ writers.

Ha Jae-Gun stared...