Insoo looked at his monitor as he typed in each letter. Age was a hell of a thing. His eyesight had grown dim with age, so he furrowed his brows as he entered the data. He barely avoided being a two-fingered typist, but if he let his concentration lapse even for a moment, his screen would soon be covered with typos.

‘This sucks.’

The young people around him moved their fingers as if they had received some kind of special training for their fingers. Their fingers blurred across the keyboard. He felt like a tortoise trying to catch up to the hare.

However, he didn’t give up. Diligence was the virtue possessed by the tortoise. He couldn’t give up in the middle. 

He obstinately entered in all the data, finally finishing his report.

“Ughhh!”

He stretched and loosened his stiff body, trying to get rid of all the stress he had accumulated. He blinked once as he looked at the clock. It was time to punch out soon. However, his face didn't have a bright expression. In fact, a slight shadow had appeared on his face.

‘I won’t be able to get off work on time.’

He wanted to kick the ass of anyone that said public employees always left work on time.

“I prepared what you asked for, chief.”

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