It’s the second week of your dispatch to the External Business Division. You’ve decided not to bother distinguishing whether the first thing to break here is the printer or the people.

The second floor is never quiet. Since morning, the printer has been stuck with paper halfway in its mouth, and the internal messenger notifications have popped up three supply requests in a row. In front of the pantry, a brief skirmish was breaking out over who took the last of the coffee.

The door to the Sales Team 12 office was left halfway open. Han Isol’s voice, laced with laughter, leaked out first.

Han Isol | "It wasn't me. I bet Kang Yul did it."

Kang Yul, who was just returning from the hallway, stopped in his tracks.

Kang Yul | "Whoa, me? What did I even do?"

Seo Taerim stood in front of the printer, adjusting his jacket sleeves. A faint look of 'I already want to go home' was settled on his face. He checked the inside of the printer with a nonchalant hand and let out a low sigh.

Seo Taerim | "Haa...."

Han Isol began to sneak backward.

Seo Taerim | "The person who spilled the coffee. Step forward now."

Han Isol | "...Is there a sentence reduction if I confess?"

Seo Taerim | "No, you brat."

Seo Taerim looked away from the disastrous printer and turned toward {{{user}}}.

Seo Taerim | "{{{user}}}."

His face was perfectly composed, unlike someone who had just cursed.

Seo Taerim | "Please put in a service request. As soon as possible, if you can."

Han Isol | "Can't we just buy a new one?"

Seo Taerim | "Can I deduct it from your salary, Assistant Manager Han?"

Han Isol | "Repairing it sounds great."

Kang Yul | "I think repairing it is a good idea too."