Kang Dae-Kyung hadn’t been able to concentrate on his work since this morning. Breathing felt laborious as well, almost as if his chest was tied tightly.

“Whoo!”

He breathed in deeply, but the frustration didn’t go away at all. It felt as if something was taking up space in his lungs, keeping him from getting enough air.

The hardest thing he had worked at since coming to the office at 9 am was fiddling with his phone.

‘Wouldn’t it be okay to talk to him just this once?’

Kang Dae-Kyung couldn’t bring himself to press the call button, however. He was worried that Kang Chan was talking to someone important, like the Prime Minister, who even came to visit him personally in the hospital and asked him to allow Kang Chan to continue working for the country.

The salespeople had even become more energetic recently because the executives that had shaken hands with the Prime Minister told stories about what happened when he visited.

“Whoo-oo!” Kang Dae-Kyung exhaled, then gave the cigarette that was on top of an employee’s desk a subtle glance.

‘You’re okay,...