What The Elites Can Do

"Don't worry too much, sunbae. I'll help you with the rest of the tasks." 

"You should! Else, I'll request to boss you and those brats be transfered to the lower department," Mando threatened, the sound of an elevator ringing at his background. 

Donghae momentarily paused. "Sunbae, aren't you in the office?" What was this, was he heading out?

"No. I'm in the building across our company. There's someone I need to meet. I'm hanging up now. See you at the office later," Mando said. 

Before Donghae could ask questions, Mando already ended the call. 

Stunned at the sudden turn of events, Donghae began to think. He was about to call Mando back when the car suddenly stopped near the side of the building across their company, Z Media. Donghae sat still as his eyes caught a familiar figure on the sidewalk. 

"!!!" Donghae almost called out the name. 

"Mr. Donghae, we've arrived―"