"I just died and he canceled the funeral"
I announced dramatically, plopping into the cafeteria chair like a war survivor returning from the frontlines.
Across from me sat In-Young, Haewon, and Jin-ho— a.k.a. my workplace emotional support group, chaos edition.
"What happened?" In-Young leaned forward instantly, eyes sparkling with drama-thirst. "Did he bring up the Daejeon project?"
I nodded like a broken bobblehead. "He canceled it."
A gasp so unified left all three of them, it could've powered the building.
"I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT FOR THAT." I yelled like I was reciting a tragedy.
"My brain is mush. I look like a ghost in a blazer. I've aged fifteen years. My soul is floating somewhere in the ventilation system."
"Wait, what?! You pulled an all-nighter?"
In-Young blinked.
"Yes! I read two hundred and fifty files while surviving on three coffees and one sad banana! My eyeballs are held together with desperation and under-eye cream!"
