"Congratulations, my brother."
"Thanks, bro. I'm treating today! How about beef?"
"Wow, did you really make a lot of money?"
"Why? Want sothing?"
"No, if you have money to buy sothing, buy what you want. Mom gets what I need."
"Ah, I can buy expensive stuff too."
I wanted to press further to really buy him sothing but held back.
What would guys our age want? A cellphone, tablet, big TV, motorcycle, or car. My brother couldn't enjoy any of those because he couldn't see.
Then mom ran out to the yard.
"Oh, my second son. You're early?"
I looked closely at mom's face, which I hadn't seen in a while.
Her face was full of deep wrinkles. Our mom was really pretty when she was young.
"Our pretty mom. You look even prettier today. No n bothering you in the neighborhood?"
"Oh, what are you talking about?"
Mom's face turned red. My mom, still like a young girl, and my brother.
The three of us ate so much that day. Of course, I had to visit the bathroom all night because of the beef fat, but I had no regrets. It was such a joyful ti.
**
The next day, at MG Electronics headquarters.
As per the contract, I would be working at MG Electronics for the next 30 days.
Arriving at the company in ti for work, I handed over my temporary pass at the desk. My na was already in the system, and a kind employee gave a regular employee badge.
"Go to the Design Departnt on the 8th floor."
"Thank you."
Having been there once before, I arrived at the 8th floor and stood in the empty office, hesitating. It was my first day, and I didn't know where my place was, and since no one else had arrived, I wasn't sure what to do.
"Did I co too early?"
Worried about loitering near soone else's spot and being mistaken for a suspicious person, I waited in the hallway for a while. The design team mbers who arrived for work looked at strangely, but none of them spoke to . More precisely, they didn't seem to have much interest.
Just then, the elevator doors opened and a familiar face appeared. It was Su-young.
I waved my hand high in the air.
"Su-young!"
Su-young, who had been looking at her phone, lifted her gaze and smiled warmly upon seeing .
"You're always early, Jeong-hoon."
"Oh, well. It's beco a habit."
"You don't know where your seat is?"
"Yeah, that's why I was wandering around, haha."
"Jeong-hoon, your seat isn't within the design team area, it's this way."
Following Su-young, I discovered an empty conference room right next to Monica's senior designer office.
It was a small conference room, capable of holding about four people, equipped with a desktop and various art tools.
I was surprised to see only one computer in the office, converted from a conference room, and asked,
"Am I really going to use this as my personal office?"
Su-young grinned.
"You're positive. I thought you'd be upset about being shoved into a corner of a eting room. Sorry, it was hastily set up yesterday due to Monica's wish to have you push forward with your ideas without clashing too much with the design team people. It's a bit makeshift."
Makeshift? Even though it's a small conference room, it's bigger than my studio apartnt, with an air purifier, bright lighting, and a great view of downtown Seoul from the window. I'd be grateful to live here.
Su-young tapped the desk and said,
"Leave your bag here and let's go to Monica. She wanted to bring you to her as soon as you arrived."
"Ah, okay."
Monica's office is right to the right as you exit the conference room door.
Su-young knocked and asked for permission before opening the door, revealing Monica in glasses, looking at a blueprint. Wow, she's even beautiful with glasses. Did she save a country in her past life? The term 'national beauty' must be for people like Monica.
She was sketching sothing on the blueprint with a triangle and pencil. It seems to be a design blueprint. Upon noticing , Monica took off her glasses and stood up with a radiant smile.
"Welco."
Her treatnt was completely different from before.
She seems to highly respect after receiving the painting I drew yesterday.
I nodded and glanced around her office.
The painting I sold her yesterday is not here.
Did she just say that as lip service?
Monica invited to sit with a smile.
"Have a seat."
Sitting on the sofa with Su-young, Monica joined us in the main seat and said,
"The painting is quite large, so it's taking so ti to fra it, but I'm really looking forward to it. If I work while looking at that painting, my work efficiency might increase by 200%. It's different having an ideal inspiration beside you."
Ah, so it's not that she didn't hang it; she's having a fra made.
I thought it would be easy to buy a fra for a standard-sized canvas, but it seems she really liked the painting since she's having a custom fra made. It's a delightful mont for as an artist.
I received about an hour's training on company life guidelines from Su-young and Monica.
After the training, Monica brought a large blueprint she had been working on and handed it to Su-young.
"Su-young, please convert this into a digital file. The dinsions are all written there."
"Understood."
As Su-young took the blueprint, I glimpsed at the drawing on it and my eyes widened.
'Refrigerator design blueprint.'
But is that really a refrigerator drawn on the blueprint?
Can a refrigerator even look like that?
I looked at Monica in surprise. Noticing that I had seen the blueprint, Monica spoke with a seductive smile.
"I didn't want your beautiful painting to just remain a simple design."
I appreciate the thought.
But will a refrigerator like that really sell?
No, can it even be manufactured?
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