Seo Yuri's Weakness

You fucking bitch.

Nothing going your way today, is it?

That's all because you, you goddamn bitch, stacked up a mountain of karmic debt back in the original world.

Just you wait. Your life is about to get a whole lot more miserable from here on out.

I pulled out the digital camera I'd prepared ahead of time, set it up, and addressed the room.

"Just in case any sexual harassment, gender discrimination, sexual violence, or verbal abuse happens to crop up during the meeting, I'd like to video-record the proceedings as a preventive measure. Everyone agrees, right? The company issued a directive after the Audit Department's Deputy Manager Lee Sua and Employee Kim Juhwan incident. You all read the company-wide email, didn't you? They said to record meeting materials and submit samples for the board to review. It'll probably affect the next round of personnel transfers, too."

This was a directive the company had issued via official memo. Refusing meant disobeying a company order. The answer was already decided.

The female employees' faces twisted like they'd just bitten into something rotten. Team Leader Ayeong gave her consent on behalf of the rest.

"Yes, go ahead."

Off to a fresh start for this morning's meeting, at least.

I checked the focus so everyone was in frame on the digital camera's screen, then pressed REC. A red light blinked on and recording began.

"Alright then — the projector's working now, so shall we get started, Team Leader? Funny how the second I touch the projector, it stops acting up and everything just works, huh?"

Of course I didn't forget to take a dig at the team-leader bitch while I was at it.

You fucking bitch. I bet you're so pissed you could die.

"Ahem. Ahem… Right, then. Seo Yuri, come up and present on today's topic — our team's development strategy."

Team Leader Ayeong forced a few dry coughs and announced the start of the meeting, doing her best to sound composed. Seo Yuri took her place beside the screen and began flipping through the PowerPoint with the mouse.

"This year, Samjong Research's Development Business Department will pursue the following research projects in order to develop outstanding new business ventures. Now, if you'll turn to page three…"

Yuri advanced the PowerPoint to page three.

"Now, if you look at this chart here… the chart is… uh? Wait, this is…"

Yuri went completely pale and stared at the PowerPoint screen. The chart she'd inserted was a total mess — completely scrambled.

Of course it was. When she'd handed me the USB, I'd wrecked the charts. Just a simple little trick of making all the text boxes escape outside their frames.

Team Leader Kim Ayeong let out a long, heavy sigh.

"Seo Yuri! You still can't handle a single chart properly? You've been at this company almost a full year already! God, is there anything you can actually do right?!"

"Team Leader, it's not like that — it was displaying fine just a little while ago."

I casually cut in.

"Ah, Yuri. Don't make excuses. If you don't know something, ask your senior — Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong. How can you submit a chart in that kind of shambles? Right, Team Leader?"

Ayeong's face went awkward.

"Right. If you don't know, you ask. You still have to do it properly."

"But Deputy Manager Choi — the text has escaped from the chart. How would you fix something like that? With your level of experience, you could correct it in ten seconds, right? Come on, teach Yuri a thing or two."

Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong, who'd been yawning through the boring meeting, jolted and stared at me — the exact face of someone caught snacking on a lunchbox in the middle of class.

You fucking bitch.

I already know you're a PowerPoint idiot. That's why I set this up, you piece of shit.

The camera was rolling.

All the color drained from Choi Dajeong's face until she went pure white.

"Ah, that… that thing. Well, you see, that is…"

"Team Leader, Yuri did work hard putting this material together. If the Deputy Manager just fixes it quickly, we should be able to continue the meeting."

Yuri flipped ahead through the rest of the PowerPoint. Every single chart had text floating free of its frame. There was no way the meeting could proceed like this.

"Deputy Manager, could you help me for just a second? I think maybe the PowerPoint versions don't match — all the charts are like this."

It's not a version mismatch.

I personally set those free myself, thank you very much.

I'd spent six months grinding as an admin clerk in the military. During that time, the second I opened my eyes it was charts, Word docs, and PowerPoint. Creating an error like that with PowerPoint shortcuts took all of ten seconds.

"Alright. Deputy Manager Choi, go help Yuri out. Honestly, Yuri, you're not getting a single thing right today. Dajeong, I'm counting on you."

Team Leader Ayeong, completely clueless about what was going on, egged Choi Dajeong on.

Choi Dajeong, you worthless bitch.

You always just copied the PowerPoint templates I made, stuck your own text in, and submitted the reports as your own. Then you went around telling everyone you'd made them yourself, didn't you?

Never once thought about creating materials on your own — ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just cherry-picked my work like a scavenger. This is the payback you deserve, you piece of shit.

Choi Dajeong had no choice but to go help Yuri. But there was nothing that bitch could actually do. If anything, the PowerPoint formatting was only going to get worse.

Cold sweat beaded on Choi Dajeong's face. Team Leader Ayeong sighed in frustration in her direction.

"Deputy Manager Choi, is this going to take long? Come on, you're good at PowerPoint."

"Ah, yes… Team Leader. But the charts seem a bit tangled up. It's not coming easily."

"Really? If even you can't fix it, something must be seriously wrong. Should we just wrap up the PowerPoint presentation here, then?"

No.

Absolutely not.

Team Leader — that fucking bitch Seo Yuri still has more suffering ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠coming her way.

I rose from my seat with pride.

"Ah, let me take a look."

Choi Dajeong and Seo Yuri's faces turned the color of dirt.

"No, you really don't have to go that far—"

"Ah, Sihyun wouldn't know what he's looking at anyway. I think we should just stop here."

I can't hear you~

I can't hear a thing.

Whatever you crazy bitches are mumbling about, I can't hear it~!

I strode over and planted myself in front of Choi Dajeong and Seo Yuri.

"Excuse me for a moment."

Click-clack click-clack!

My fingers flew across the PowerPoint shortcuts, restoring every chart to its original state. The time Choi Dajeong had wasted trying to help Yuri: ten minutes. The time it took me to put every chart back perfectly: thirty seconds.

And every second of it was being recorded on the digital camera. This footage would go to the board for review. It would have a massive impact on the next ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠round of personnel transfers.

You fucking bitches.

This one video alone is ironclad proof that a bunch of completely incompetent women have been freeloading off company paychecks.

Team Leader Ayeong marveled at the cleanly restored charts.

"Sihyun. Looking at this, you're a PowerPoint wizard. A real wizard. Well done. Look how clean the screen is now."

The camera was rolling. Under normal circumstances she would never praise me like this — but right now, she had to evaluate fairly.

"Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong. You're a deputy manager and this is what you've got? A new hire cleaned this up in under a minute, and you floundered for over ten. Aren't you embarrassed? Get back to your seat."

Choi Dajeong's shoulders slumped. She glared at me with murder in her eyes.

You fucking bitch. What are you gonna do about it if you glare?

Maybe I should just slap you across the face with my dick.

But watching Choi Dajeong glare at me like she wanted to devour me — white blouse with her bra faintly showing through, red miniskirt — my cock stirred with a quiet interest.

Ah. Is this my type?

"I'll continue the presentation, then. So, our Business Development Department has entered into an agreement with India's Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade, and…"

Seo Yuri, you fucking bitch.

You listed English as a special skill on your resume, didn't you?

Today's morning meeting just keeps getting more and more interesting.

"Seo Yuri! Just out of curiosity — what exactly does India's Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade do?"

"Good question. I'd like to hear that too, Seo Yuri."

Team ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Leader Ayeong, conscious of the recording, put on a big show of being deeply invested in the meeting. As if she ever gave a damn under normal circumstances.

Yuri flipped through her materials and answered.

"Well, India's Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade is the industrial and trade promotion agency under India's Ministry of Commerce and Industry, and…"

"No, Seo Yuri. Not in Korean. In English. English is your specialty, isn't it? I've never actually heard you speak English, so why don't you explain it for us in English."

Yuri's English was almost certainly garbage without even looking — but to be absolutely sure, I pulled up her character profile in the Bojichang.

— Ding!

I closed the Bojichang character profile.

Can't speak English, and she's got English-phobia on top of it.

And she wrote English as her specialty.

She's got to be dying right now.

Assistant Manager Miyoung and Senior Mihui piled on in agreement.

"That's right, Yuri. I'd love to hear you speak English too. During your interview, didn't you say you had tons of foreign friends and that you video-called with native speakers all the time?"

You fucking bitches.

Throw them some bait and they tear into it without mercy.

With a video being recorded for the board, every one of them was desperate to stand out. And the more people they could paint as incompetent, the better their own odds of surviving the next round of personnel cuts.

Yuri's expression hardened in an instant. English-illiterate Seo Yuri stood there speechless, staring blankly into space.