Chapter 87

Honestly, after he’d said we could prerecord…

After he later changed his tune and screwed us over, I came in picturing him as the kind of senior who’d bullied me in the military, if only because I resented him for it.

But he wasn’t like that.

With dark circles hanging heavily beneath his eyes,

he looked like nothing more than a worn-out office worker who’d been hired by some exploitative company and made to work for next to nothing under the guise of passion.

That didn’t mean I felt particularly sorry for him.

I just didn’t feel like raising my fist.

“Ah. Always. You couldn’t even prerecord today, and you’ve been put at a disadvantage in all sorts of ways. Yet you can still greet me that energetically?”

Take back what I just said.

My fist, which had been on its way down, rose back up to just above my navel...