Chapter 15 Getting Naughty

• Yuna and I returned to the office after lunch, our steps in sync as we entered the third-floor workspace. The air inside felt slightly stuffy despite the soft hum of the AC, the lingering scent of afternoon coffee mixing with the faint smell of paper and printer ink. Monitors glowed brightly, reflecting off focused faces and people who seemed busy, but for some reason, the atmosphere felt different today. As I opened the door, all eyes suddenly turned to Yuna and me. Their stares were sharp and judgmental, far from the usual indifference they showed. I frowned, confused about what was happening. What’s their deal?
• I tried to ignore it, walking to my seat with a forced steady stride, but a voice cut through the silence. “Don’t act like you belong here. Just because you’ve got connections, you think you can work here carefree?” said a male employee in a faded blue shirt, his eyes glaring at me from a desk in the corner. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
• “Yeah, you’re just a high school grad. Must be nice getting a job here. We had to study design in college, and even then, it was a struggle to get in,” chimed in another employee, a woman with thick glasses sitting nearby. Her hand still gripped her mouse, but her eyes were full of accusation as if I’d stolen something from her.