Taesan's POV
Two hours ago
My eyes are tired from reading the pile of documents on my table.
Mountain Atelier is preparing to sign a new contract with a new textile company. It's a small company founded by omegas.
In a world as cruel as this, it's well known that no alpha-led company wants to work with them. The rigid bastards will only choose status over quality.
Choosing to work with them is a strong base for the message we want to pass; omegas are humans too, they deserve rights, respect and equality.
I take off my glasses to rub my eyes, pressure is starting to build behind them, and I need a proper break.
"How long till seven p.m.?" I ask. "Forty minutes sir" the assistant answers immediately.
"Hmm" I hum, pushing the files away. I haven't eaten yet, I've only been taking one minute breaks to check my phone.
My spy sends a message about Seoha every half-hour. It's just the way I like it, simple but detailed.
004:
Seoha-ssi is eating lunch.
