It is the second week of the dispatch to the External Business Division. I have decided not to distinguish whether the first thing to break down here is the printer or the people.

The second floor was never quiet. The printer had been stuck since morning with paper half-bitten in its maw, and the internal messenger notifications popped up three supply requests in a row. In front of the pantry, a brief argument was taking place over who took the last of the coffee.

The door to the Sales Team 12 office was left halfway open. Han Isol's laughter-laced voice 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｜"Wow, me? What did I even do?"

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

Seo Taerim｜"Sigh..."

Han Isol slunk backward.

Seo Taerim｜"Whoever 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}}}."

He had a clean, composed face, not at all like someone who had just cursed.

Seo Taerim｜"Please call for A/S. 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｜"Repair sounds good."

Kang Yul｜"I think repair sounds good too."