The Day Seo Yuri Got Properly Fucked
“Ah. What are you doing? Seo Yuri, hurry up and explain India’s Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade already. I’m curious too.”
Team Leader Ayoung prodded Seo Yuri along.
She was the kind of woman who went completely insane wanting to look desperately enthusiastic on the video that would be submitted to the board of directors.
Seo Yuri’s expression turned pitch-black.
“Th-that is… Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade is… Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade… is… a…”
What an exasperating bitch.
She just kept looping the same words over and over.
Fuck, was she a robot with the worst lag imaginable?
This had to be pure agony for her.
Every second must have felt like an hour.
Her whole body was probably soaked through with sweat by now.
Three full minutes crawled by.
That fucking Seo Yuri still hadn’t made a single inch of progress in English; she just kept repeating the same shit like an idiot.
Time to free her from this eternal torment, maybe?
“Ugh, I seriously can’t listen to this anymore. Are you sure you’re good at English? You seem worse than me, and I only scored 700 on the TOEIC. Hey, Assistant Manager Seonghyeon. Could you explain it in English instead?”
Assistant Manager Seonghyeon scratched his head like it was nothing.
“Ah, that? So Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade… %$#@!!#@!#!#@!”
Without a single hitch, Assistant Manager Seonghyeon launched into a smooth, fluent English explanation of the Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade.
Even I hadn’t realized he was this good at English.
Every team member listened intently to every word he said.
And the moment his English rundown of the Department for Promotion of Industry and Internal Trade finished, they all gazed up at him with pure admiration.
Assistant Manager Seonghyeon ducked his head, looking a little embarrassed.
“Ah, I’ve mostly handled overseas work for the past three years, so I’m decent at it. Yuri will get better at English little by little too.”
As expected of Assistant Manager Seonghyeon—humble and considerate of others.
But there was no need to extend that kindness to a fucking bitch like her.
Women like her took continuous goodwill as a right and started demanding it like it was owed to them.
I cut in before goodwill could turn into entitlement.
“Ah, looking at it now, you must have been doing all the English original-document translations by yourself, Assistant Manager. Judging by Yuri’s English skills, she’s at middle-school level. No, wait—even middle schoolers these days would be better than her. How about having Yuri take full charge of the English translation work from now on? It’ll help improve her English too. What do you think, Team Leader?”
“Hmm. That sounds good. Assistant Manager Seonghyeon has really been working hard for our team. From now on, Yuri will take over all the English translation work she used to share with him.”
Seo Yuri’s face went deathly dark.
Darkness crashed over her heart, deep and deeper still.
Getting chewed out in a meeting left a wound, sure, but it was only a moment.
Most people just had to endure that single moment.
But taking over actual work? That was an endless stretch of hell.
She was the type who spent every day at the company online shopping and goofing off.
Seo Yuri, who only ever pulled fox-like tricks and used her head just enough to stay in the bosses’ good graces.
She had never once taken on real work.
And now that trashy fucking bitch was stuck with sole responsibility for the English translation work—the most brutal job in the whole department.
Fucking bitch.
An English illiterate with English-phobia handling English translation?
She was properly, thoroughly fucked.
She had listed English as her specialty, only to get exposed as an English cripple.
Even the company executives would watch this recorded video.
It would be thoroughly reflected in personnel transfers.
Black storm clouds started gathering over what had looked like Seo Yuri’s bright future.
And above all else—
The endless nights of overtime that would now stretch out ahead of her.
Getting reamed out by the bosses for botched translations was just the bonus.
Seo Yuri finished her presentation by reading the remaining PowerPoint slides in a completely soulless voice.
Shuffle… shuffle…
She trudged weakly back to her seat.
Her soul looked like it had already left her body.
Her eyes were hollow, and dark circles that had never been there before had appeared under them.
She suddenly looked several years older.
It hit me just how hard and agonizing those few minutes of presenting must have been for Seo Yuri.
She had always been the fox-faced fucking bitch who screwed me over, but right now she almost looked a little pitiful.
But sympathy for bitches like her was strictly forbidden.
The second they spotted an opening, they dug in.
They would twist their brains into knots trying to claw their way back into the position of power.
Bitches like this had to be stomped flat while you still could—crushed so thoroughly the sprout never even got a chance to grow.
“Seo Yuri, no drinks in the conference room today? Preparing beverages for a meeting is basic, isn’t it? Go buy some drinks right now.”
Seo Yuri’s head snapped up and she glared at me with venomous eyes.
You fucking bastard.
I’m in this state right now because of you, you piece of shit.
That was the look.
How did I know?
Because I had always been on the receiving end of that exact treatment from you, you fucking Seo Yuri.
“What are you doing? Hurry up and go. I’m dying of thirst here. Seriously. Right, Assistant Manager Miyoung?”
Assistant Manager Miyoung read the room.
But it was crystal clear whose side was more advantageous to take right now.
Crossing me for no reason wouldn’t do her any good.
“Ah, yeah. Yuri, go buy some drinks. I’ll take a soy milk.”
Ah, Assistant Manager Miyoung.
Her tastes were so damn old-fashioned.
No wonder people called her an ajumma.
“I’ll take coffee. Assistant Manager Seonghyeon wants coffee too, right? Everyone else, speak up quick. Don’t start complaining about being thirsty later.”
“Uh, coffee for me.”
“I’ll take cider!”
Team Leader Ayoung casually hopped on the bandwagon too.
“I’ll take a Starbucks cappuccino, tall size. Honey, put hazelnut syrup in it, and lots of foam~”
Ah, fuck, seriously.
Crazy Assistant Manager Mihui.
She was damn good at fanning the flames of a house already on fire.
Of course, her head was so empty it was like a hollow pot, so she had probably said it without thinking at all.
Seo Yuri started huffing and puffing like some wild gorilla.
She clearly wanted to quit everything on the spot and storm out, but she was holding it in.
“Yuri? Why are you breathing like that? A stranger would think you were furious. You’re not a gorilla.”
Seo Yuri shot up from her seat.
“What about me! What’s wrong with how I breathe! You’re all going too far. Fuck, seriously.”
She glared not only at me but at every other female team member one by one.
Was the sense of betrayal hitting hard because she was in a tough spot and no one was helping her?
You fucking bitch.
But those bitches had always been that kind of bitches.
They only ever looked out for themselves.
The only difference was that the environment had changed, so the target had simply shifted from me to you.
Right now it was Seo Yuri.
You were the easiest mark.
You were the weakest person on our team.
You fucking bitch.
“Seo Yuri, did you just swear? It’s all being recorded on camera, you know? Yuri, you’re amazing. Really. Cool. So cool. Guess you’ve got plenty of places to go even if you get fired from our company.”
Only then did Seo Yuri seem to come back to her senses a little; she plopped back down into her seat.
“I never saw you that way, Yuri. This is ridiculous. Is buying one drink really so hard that you have to swear over it? Don’t forget—hazelnut~ syrup for me.”
Fuck.
I was genuinely speechless.
Assistant Manager Mihui.
Completely failing to read the room and finishing off a teammate with a confirmation kill.
Realizing that staying here meant she had no allies left, Seo Yuri rose weakly from her seat.
Then she shuffled toward the conference room entrance.
Her mental state looked completely shattered.
If I had stomped her psyche this hard, she must have finally figured out who the predator was in this company of survival of the fittest.
I called out to Seo Yuri as she headed for the conference room door.
“Seo Yuri!”
She turned around.
Poison filled her eyes so thickly it looked like frost might form any second.
“Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong still hasn’t said what drink she wants. How can you just leave? Is Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong not even a team member?”
Deputy General Manager Choi Dajeong avoided Seo Yuri’s icy gaze.
She had been the person closest to Seo Yuri, after all.
Yet she had completely ignored her when Seo Yuri was in trouble.
Of course it was awkward.
“Just bring me anything.”
“Yes……”
Seo Yuri had no choice but to answer obediently.
If she kept lashing out, she might actually get fired.
But I wasn’t done yet.
“Team Leader, our team’s snack budget is almost gone too. How about having Yuri treat everyone to drinks today? She’s never once bought anything for the team out of her own pocket. She made a ton of mistakes today, so if she has any conscience she should buy at least once, right?”
You fucking Seo Yuri.
She was the type who couldn’t spend even a hundred won of her own money because it was too precious.
The ultimate queen of selfishness.
She was fantastic at freeloading, but I had never once seen her treat anyone.
Team Leader Ayoung seemed to have firmly decided who she would pick on to relieve her period stress from now on.
“Yeah. Yuri can treat us today. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen Yuri buy anything for the team even once. That’s fine, right, Yuri?”
Seo Yuri looked like she had given up on everything; she just sighed and walked toward the conference room entrance.
“H-hngh… fuck…”
Only then did the resentment—or the injustice—well up; her shoulders started shaking as she cried silently.
But not a single person comforted her.
This is all your own karma, you fucking bitch.
The suffocating feeling that had been stuck in my chest like I’d forced down a hundred sweet potatoes thanks to that fox-faced Seo Yuri’s schemes finally cleared out completely—like gulping down an ice-cold glass of cider on a midsummer day. Whoosh—wide open.
And then,
as expected, the completely tone-deaf Assistant Manager Mihui called out to Seo Yuri in a bright voice.
“Oh my? Yuri’s treating us today? Wow. Then I’ll take the biggest venti-size cappuccino. Two hazelnut syrups~ What a day. Getting free coffee from Yuri of all people. I’ll enjoy it, Yuri.”
In the end, the one who smashed Seo Yuri’s psyche to pieces with a hammer wasn’t me—it was her own teammate, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.
Fucking bitch, seriously.
How could someone with such a ridiculously pretty face have a head that empty?
As expected, God was fair.
He gave Assistant Manager Kim Mihui an insanely beautiful face and then simply forgot to give her a brain.
It was the insane team-kill double-snipe from that brain-circuit-breaker girl, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui.
Brain-circuit-breaker: when someone’s words or actions are so incomprehensible that your brain freezes like its circuits just got severed.