Chapter 66

Passport. Guidebook. Selfie stick. Charger. Moisturizer.

As I carefully packed one travel item after another into my hiking backpack, Seong Se-ri asked me,

“So does that mean I won’t have to see that awful guy at the company anymore?”

“Not exactly.”

“Why not? You asked the CEO to get rid of Park Joo-yong.”

“I did, but he didn’t exactly say yes right away.”

Was this what you’d call an adult conversation?

It would’ve been nice if it ended with a yes or no.

Things had gotten a little complicated here, too.

“So you couldn’t get Park Joo-yong kicked out of the company just by finding a composer. And it looks like Park Joo-yong managed to get a song from Nampo-dong Nuclear Fist after talking things through with him, too.”...