Getting Worse

"If it wasn't for the mess you made back then, the making of this dress wouldn't have taken so long and many other projects could have been pursued to generate a lot of sales."

Haneul is silent even though Eunji goes into her sewing room and grumbles at her without warning. Normally, he would send anyone out of the building except the assistant he trusted.

"It's not even three-quarters yet," Eunji muttered resentfully.

"I'll do it sooner, I promise."

"You promised your group buddy the Hong Kong socialite, not me."

Then Eunji leaves. It's strange because it's not like the woman usually passes without giving Haneul a scolding and pressure. Eunji is being a fairy godmother today, maybe.

Haneul resumed her work; sewing this dress really took time and attention.

Brak! 

Suddenly, the door opened violently from the outside. An employee seemed in such a hurry to bring a very important thing.

"What is it?"Ask Haneul in a calm voice.