"Why are you, my secretary, if I have to tell you everything?" Jiho's voice had cut through the air with frustration. "Am I paying you just to stand there?"
The memory of her sharp words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was caught in a web of her demands. He respected Jiho, but her expectations often pushed him to his limits. Now, standing outside the closed door, he grappled with the urgency of the moment. What could he say to the brothers to ease their worries without revealing the truth that Jiho had left without informing them?
He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. With a resigned sigh, he turned on his heel, contemplating how best to deliver the news. Perhaps, he thought, if he approached this delicately, he could avoid further escalating their frustration.
