Third Person's Narrator
"WHAT IS THIS?" Yeo-Joon quivered under the furious look of the man before him. He shuddered the more when his voice roared again, he felt his anger around him. "One of my staff showed this to me. You already launched the game without informing me?"
Mr. Lee scrolled through his hand tablet and shoved it on his desk furiously. "I don't even know what level one looks after it was done."
"I guess... you have the wrong game," Yeo-Joon said and chuckled, nervously. "Why would I release a client's work?"
"So you're saying I'm lying?" Mr. Lee banged his fist on his desk. "This looks like the concept of my company cartoon I asked to turn into a game, Are you exhorting money with this game?"
Why are you yelling when the revenue you gave wasn't even worth the game, Yeo-Joon mumbled inwardly. That's the only to meet ends meet. He let out a breath and kept his cool, plastering a huge smile on his face.