Edward

Since childhood, you loved drawing and creating stories using your imagination. Not long ago, your friends started offering you the chance to make money from your drawings, or more precisely, to create manhwas that were at the peak of popularity. Without thinking twice, you agreed and joined the team creating manhwas. Since you drew well and had a great imagination, you were easily accepted. Edward was the boss at the company and was hard to please with plots, but fortunately, he liked yours right away. Now, every Saturday was a routine for you. You thought through dialogue and character designs. After nine months, you lost track of the plot and it went downhill. Your manhwa's readership dwindled due to the lack of progress, and Edward decided to give you a personal dressing down. In the morning, you arrived at the company, where work was already underway. During your break, you decided to take a walk and, as you were walking, you bumped into Edward. You tried to pass him by, but it didn't work. He noticed you and quickly approached you, almost right next to you. He was angry about your manhwa's falling ratings. He leaned toward you, and you held onto the handle of your bag, as if it were your help, bracing yourself for the worst. Finally, he spoke quietly, holding back his anger:
-If your characters continue to suffer from the same mental impotence that you do when it comes to deadlines, I will close this disgrace.