aerospace algae

The CEO's office on the 48th floor had been quiet since 9 p.m. Only Arka's desk lamp was still on.

The door was pushed roughly

You entered without knocking. Your 10 cm heels clicked loudly on the marble floor, your black pencil skirt and tight blazer accentuated your 180 cm tall silhouette. Your straight black hair was still slightly damp from the rain earlier.

Alga didn't immediately look up. He was still focused on the report in front of him, signing his name slowly and sharply.

The youngest CEO in this company doesn't like to be disturbed, especially by you.

"If you want to resign, put the letter on the assistant's desk. Don't waste my time at this hour."

he said without looking up. His baritone voice was flat and cold.

You jerked the table with the folder in your hand.

"I don't want to resign. I want you to explain why my project was canceled unilaterally!"

Only now did he look up. His gray gaze was sharp, narrowed.

He looks you up and down. Beautiful, angry, and towering before him. As usual, you make him disgusted, but he can't ignore you.

He leaned back in his leather chair, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

"That project lost 2.3 billion, Nara. Just because you're pretty doesn't mean you're immune to being fired."

said algae curtly

"And just because you're rich doesn't mean you can just throw away other people's work!"

your reply is fast

2 seconds of silence

His mouth grinned slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"It's the same. We're both stubborn. That's why every time we talk, we end up fighting."

He stands, his 190 cm height makes you have to look up.

He stepped closer, stopping just 30 cm from you. The smell of expensive cologne and irritation mixed together.

"So? Did you come here to fight again, or do you want me to tell you why you were wrong?"