Time Mansour - Chapter 12



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Episode 12 Level 4.

It worries me that my life will be short.

A chicken.

Those old memories slowly melt into the soup, giving off a savory smell.

I thought you wouldn’t come see me. At this manager’s words, I stopped scooping up the soup with my spoon and shook my head slightly.

“I didn’t know. When on earth did you go to Blackhard?”

“It’s been a little less than a year.”

The managing director scratches his head.

It’s been three years since I last saw him. He must have moved somewhere else in the meantime and then moved back to Blackhard.

It hasn’t been long. He nodded and picked up his chopsticks.

Break the flesh with chopsticks.

The chicken bones are falling apart.

The meat is submerged in the broth.

After digging through it like that, I took out the flesh and put it straight into my mouth.

“How are you doing these days? Is everything okay over there?”

“That’s not to be. There’s been a lot going on lately… really.”

It wasn’t a question I asked with the intention of hearing an answer.

A greeting given in greeting elicited an unexpected response.

Infrastructure is literally a dead market.

It was different from our product.

Customers also had a good understanding of operations, and partners were mature, so vendor sales were less difficult.

Of course, that’s generally true.

Even if things were a little easier.

There have been many cases where people suffered because they met the wrong partner or customer.

“Why? Who is causing trouble?”

“No, that’s not it. I’ve just been having a lot of headaches lately.

Director Lee frowns and shakes his head from side to side.

He’s not the type of person to speak softly.

I guess something really is going on.

Cheer up. Stop serving rice and comfort this manager.

At my words, Director Lee smiles bitterly.

For a while, the only sound was the clanking of spoons on the table.

There was silence for a moment.

“Director Jeong. Can I order a bottle of soju?”

Managing Director Lee Yoon-cheol asked me.

Director Lee raised his hand and ordered soju as I nodded.

“Ah. I’m fine.”

“Oh, I forgot. You don’t drink much.”

As I lightly touched the soju glass with my hand, Lee Sang-moo pulled back the bottle of alcohol he was about to pour.

I’d like to hang out with you if possible.

Soju for lunch was hard.

widely.

The sight of Lee Sang-moo emptying his glass in no time.

“Is something really wrong?”

I asked cautiously.

“Huh? Oh. No. It’s nothing. It’s about the Jo Seong Bank thing. That’s why. Well.”

“yes?”

Suddenly a question mark appears above my head.

This executive was in charge of sales for infrastructure products.

Moreover, most of the clients were manufacturers.

The Joongang Bank project and this executive director have nothing to do with it…

for a moment.

no way?

“No, sir. Right now, the platform team is in sales. Right?”

“That’s right… that’s also the person in charge of finance.”

“···”

It was only then that I noticed my skin had become flaky.

His shirt was wrinkled like his.

The only customers that can generate significant revenue in the financial sector with private clouds are large commercial banks.

But even banks that were friendly to Black Hard are turning their backs on it.

“No… why at this time of the year…?”

“I got it wrong.”

Director Lee scratches his head and laughs.

He puts his hand on the glass again.

“If it doesn’t work out, I guess I’ll have to change jobs.”

“Take a good look at each one…”

“Really. It’s hard to earn other people’s money. Director Jeong, aren’t you thinking about changing jobs?

“I want to retire, not change jobs.”

“Hey. Director Jeong, you’re not even forty yet. What kind of retirement is this?”

“That’s right. Maybe it’s because I’ve been having a hard time lately. I’m having all sorts of thoughts.

That’s how I express my true feelings, like complaining.

A fleeting moment.

The director’s eyes sparkle and shine.

“Okay. If it’s too hard there, how about here?”

“Okay. You know what I mean. If you make a bad recommendation, you’ll end up in a huge fight with HR.”

I rolled the meat in the remaining salt.

It was lucky that I came to White Soft in the first place.

It was possible because the Joongang Bank project was on the verge of failure.

If not, it would have been impossible with my specs.

“Hey. What power would the HR department have? Even the branch manager wanted Director Jeong to come.”

“Does the manager know me?”

“I know. You’re famous, right? Director Jeong.”

The president of my competitor’s branch knows me?

No way.

Our branch manager probably doesn’t know me either.

Thinking that he was just giving me a heads up, I just nodded and agreed with what the director said.

**

If you have any thoughts, please contact me. After leaving, leaving behind the last words of Managing Director Lee Yoon-cheol.

I sit on a bench in the foggy park near my house and blankly look up at the sky.

Even in broad daylight, cigarette smoke seeps into the tip of my nose.

Level 4.

It’s level 4.

Managing Director Lee Yoon-cheol offered me the position of managing director.

The job won’t change, but your salary will increase significantly.

No matter what.

For me, a high school graduate with no special qualifications.

It’s a good opportunity.

however.

“I don’t feel like it.”

It’s less appealing than a cigarette I’ve never smoked before.

It wasn’t so attractive that the smoke from the cigarettes smoked by the foreigners on the bench next to me tasted sweeter.

Already level 3 at 35 years old.

Within the Korean branch. No. Even including the global branch.

Among the employees holding the title of director, I was the youngest.

It’s an overly fast promotion.

“Then what are you doing?”

A corner of my heart felt empty.

A lot has changed in a short period of time.

If only it had been a few months ago.

I would have gone with Blackhard without even thinking about it.

There is no longer any reason to work hard to earn money like before.

I started having a lot of useless thoughts.

After the funeral.

I lost my direction in life.

If there was a map app that showed me the way.

So much so that I want to download it right now.

I don’t know what to do.

**

The next day.

Sunday morning.

Wake up and wipe away the dust you dream of on the windowsill with a rag.

“There is no end. There is no end.”

Dust persists in life without seeds or spores.

I picked up a mop to cool my head.

If my body is tired, won’t my mind feel a little better? That’s what I thought.

Erase stains from the floor.

Kneel down and rub the old marks.

Hair that wasn’t combed gets stuck on the rag.

After finishing cleaning the living room like that.

Glance.

I noticed my sister’s closed door.

I deliberately left the door closed.

There’s no need to clean it separately.

Time doesn’t pass, so dust won’t accumulate.

With that thought in mind, I was about to tie up the pay-as-you-go envelope.

Suddenly.

“Oh, cake.”

I remembered eating a piece of cake in my sister’s room before.

It was an old habit of mine to leave food there like rubbish after eating.

“Do you have some free time?”

If you press hard, the trash bag will sink in.

You have to throw it away together.

With that thought in mind, I opened my sister’s door.

A piece of cake on the desk.

I was trying to clean up the cake that had about a bite left.

“uh?”

There’s mold on the cake.

My mouth was wide open at the unexpected sight.

A mold that reveals its presence by emitting a greenish glow.

It was only then that I noticed the pile of dust on the desk.

**

monday.

What on earth is the principle?

I headed to the office without finishing my homework for my sister’s room.

“Good morning, sir.”

As soon as the door opens, Song Seo-yeon waves her hand left and right and greets us warmly.

“Hello. How about everyone else?”

“He said he was testing it. He went to the operations room.”

What happened again?

My head is already complicated.

I hope it’s nothing serious.

My sister’s room.

I wonder if that ability has run out.

I was in the room for hours though.

Still, time stood still and did not move.

I need to be…

No. Does time stop when a person is in the room?

I have no idea.

I’ll have to take some time to check later.

Without being able to shake off those distracting thoughts.

I’m just staring at the monitor, not really seeing anything.

“Oh, sir. Isn’t the concert just around the corner?”

Song’s voice was heard from over his shoulder.

“It’s this Saturday. Why? Are you interested in the concert?”

“No, that’s not it. Please give me the phone.”

“yes?”

“Your phone. Hurry up. Before the others arrive.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he took my phone and opened the GagaoTalk app.

That’s why Mr. Song was pressing the screen of my phone and changing the settings.

-9/20. Red Blue Concert. D-DAY 6.

The GagaoTalk profile screen, which had no pictures or text, has changed.

“If I do this, won’t they not contact me if something goes wrong? Surely Director Jeong would call me even if I did this?”

He hands the phone back to me and smiles.

As I pick up the phone like that, I nod my head absentmindedly.

I was a little taken aback by the newbie’s sudden actions.

Still, I guess I haven’t been living well up until now.

I just had that feeling for some reason.

I didn’t feel that bad.