Most of the new hires had clocked out, and the remainder were told to take the rest of the day off. Since work had ramped up lately, they hadn’t had a chance for a company dinner yet. The founding members decided to go out for dinner, which would also serve double duty as a drinking party.

“Granny!”

“Aigoo. My baby is here?”

The congenial grandmother from the shanty town was still working, and Sunggoo was quick to help. He grabbed side dishes and started serving his coworkers as if it was his own store. They were the only customers in the old restaurant.

Jung Minchan was the first to open his mouth.

“President. Are you sure you don’t have to go?”

Woojin rolled his eyes, “I’m not going, so why do you keep asking me?”

Minchan had only asked since his phone’s inbox was on fire. Since Minchan took care of most of the guild’s external activities, he was the primary contact. Now, his phone was blowing up. 

Minchan persevered, “Isn’t it an appointment with the President?”

Woojin shrugged, “I never told them I’d go. They just decided on their own that I needed to go. Do I have to accept their invitation?”

Minchan probed, “Aren’t they giving you some award?”

Woojin stretched back in his seat, “I don’t want to receive an award, so tell them not to call me anymore.”

“Still….”

Woojin frowned, “Ah, fine, I’ll go. I’ll go and come back. If they’re going to give me a damn award, I’ll-”

Minchan...