Episode 52
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A fast gait with large strides.
The owner of this sound of footsteps, which shows off one’s hasty temper without caring about other people’s gaze, is only one person in “Babylon.”
Bang. The door opened violently and Kyeonjirok went straight ahead.
I walked briskly to the center of the room and plopped down on the dark green egg chair.
This is the 14th floor boss room in Babylon. Therefore, this seat was his designated seat.
The record book was empty.
“Are you free? You came without an appointment.”
“It would make more sense to say that you came here without even having time to make an appointment because you were busy.”
“Huh? So? Why did you come?”
Drinks for guests are provided on one side.
Jeong Gil-ga-on, who had been swiping his fingers across the expensive liquor bottles, lifted one of them.
“I thought you weren’t even twenty yet… … Weren’t you born in December? December 31st. I remember it because it’s unique.”
“It’s for serving customers. Put it down.”
“I’m a guest too?”
“There is no alcohol to give to uninvited guests.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Why are you here, Director Jeong?”
“I’m really asking because I don’t know, Leader Kyeon?”
Jeong Gil-ga-on frowned deeply and sat down on the sofa with a sigh.
“I should have gone myself.”
“It’s the same as not going in person yesterday. Why would you go there and try to get a rookie?”
“He’s not just a rookie. He’s in the top ten on his first entry. Isn’t this a record that even our Deer Prince hasn’t been able to achieve?”
“If you’re going to scratch, get out now.”
Hui, the hand-wringing Gyeonjirok.
Jeong Gil-ga-on smiled faintly. He leaned back with his shoulders down, and wrinkles appeared on his suit.
It was my favorite Tom Ford suit, but it didn’t really matter since it wasn’t a formal occasion.
“Are you really not going to hand it over to me? You haven’t even stamped the contract yet?”
“What did he say? He wants a private interview with me? That cheeky brat… … .”
Kyeon Ji-rok, who clicked his tongue slightly, looked back at his rival who was as handsome as a movie star.
“Anyway, we’ve agreed to meet the day after tomorrow, so don’t worry about it. Even if I’m not interested, Madam is already serious.”
“Sasejong… … .”
Jeong Gil-ga-on frowned as he recalled the troubled face.
Kyeonjirok is a natural battle enthusiast. A young conquering monarch.
If we were to compare him to a historical figure, he would be like Alexander the Great.
But this isn’t the era of ancient wars over land.
In this modern society where all kinds of numbers and secret plans are running wild, the reason that Kyeonjirok, which only looks forward and runs forward, has been able to grow so quickly is because of Sasejong.
It was because the tearful and loyal staff member was sticking close to his side.
“I worked hard to raise him, but he fell for a kid and started hitting his friends on the back of the head… ”
“Hey. Have you forgotten whose territory this is?”
A cool, chilling sensation that presses on the vital points.
Inhaling the thick scent of the bushes, Jeong Gil-ga-on raised both hands.
“I’m saying this because I feel bad for my classmate who I’ve known for ten years.”
“You guys should figure out what to say among yourselves later. Be careful what you say in front of me.”
A warning not to cross the line.
A scolding note was rummaged through the desk.
Now that I had confirmed that the purpose of the intruder’s visit was nothing more than a simple complaint, I was determined to concentrate on what I was doing.
Jeong Gil-ga-on changed his sitting posture as he watched the dog’s typical attitude.
He spoke leisurely, resting his chin on his arm and leaning against his side.
“Okay, then give this guy the healer.”
“… … Healer? Oh, Na Jo-yeon.”
“I wish you would tell Sasejong to stop laying the groundwork. Aren’t you going to conquer the 39th floor together? You should share some. Chehala. I wonder if he really intends to build Babylonia on this small piece of land.”
Wow, you were that greedy…? Anyway, that guy.
That businessman didn’t chase me all the way here for nothing.
Gyeonjirok nodded with an annoyed expression.
“okay.”
“That makes sense. But why are we meeting the Supernova side the day after tomorrow? The waiting list’s hope advisor, something like that?”
Well, is there still a chance for me?
At that shameless muttering, Gyeonjirok’s face suddenly distorted.
“It’s because I have a prior engagement, a prior engagement! A prior schedule! F**k, it’s so sticky!”
“A pre-engagement? Ah.”
Jeong Gil-ga-on let out a soft sigh as he thought of something.
“People on the 11th floor?”
“Yeah. I have an interview starting today. I’m busy.”
Desk too, why did they have to submit a leave of absence at this time to create an empty seat?
Bambi grumbles that it overlaps exactly with the preparation period for conquering the 39th floor.
Jeong Gil-ga-on smiled meaningfully as he looked at that face full of sensitivity. Well.
“That interview might end sooner than you think.”
As I was coming, I noticed that there was a pretty good guy there, just as he was about to lose his temper.
“Young Boss!”
A door that swings open without even knocking.
Domi, who had been rushing forward in a hurry, took a step back in surprise.
Oh, you have guests.
“Oh, no, I think I should go down now… … ”
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The ripple effect caused by sadness was greater than expected.
That is understandable, as the emergence of high-spec positions is unprecedented in the history of desk jobs (temporary positions).
It was like a pastry chef who had studied abroad at Le Cordon Bleu and Michelin showed up at a neighborhood cooking class that said, “Hey! Let’s make cute cupcakes today.”
At least it was one of the top 5 guilds in Korea, and Babylon was the industry leader in average awakening level.
If it had been a local, small or medium-sized guild, I would have been very, very embarrassed as the guild leader.
Anyway, with the appearance of the super high specs, the first round of screening was a bit awkward and we all passed without much trouble.
The second main team evaluation was also a bit difficult and I passed.
The current situation is like that.
“… … I am applicant number 021. What motivated you to apply to our guild?”
Exactly 17 minutes and 51 seconds after entering the building, I was sitting in front of the final interview, face-to-face.
‘Where is this…?’
Who am I…?
It was equally embarrassing for both of us.
The interviewer was confused. The applicant was confused. The onlookers were confused. Everyone was confused.
A super-fast development that can even cause panic attacks.
The applicant sitting next to him whispered to Geo, who didn’t answer.
“Excuse me… … That’s number 021.”
What, what?
A hand touches his chest in embarrassment.
It was real. The number tag, which had been there for some time, had exactly ‘Me 021’ written on it.
“… … What was the question?”
“Ahem. That’s why you applied to the guild. It seems like your abilities don’t match the position… … ”
(Even though it was just a soliloquy) This strange situation where the applicant (Class B) spoke informally and the interviewer (Class D) spoke very formally.
The interviewer, who was in the middle of asking questions, looked back at my boss with tears in his eyes.
Although “Babylon” is known as a small elite, it refers to the real direct lineage members who play on the field, that is, the royals.
The subordinate positions whose main job is to support them were, realistically, forced to have relatively low ranks.
This means that among these, there is no one with a higher rank than Jianjiao’s sub-character.
‘What the heck is that bullfrog?’
Interview manager Ma Woo-rim (CC-level) looked at the high-spec Albamon with a trembling face.
Other than the fact that she looks a bit too pretty, a bit too strong, and a bit too lazy… …she seems ordinary at first glance.
‘Are you really going to push yourself into the ranks and suck out all the honey?’
Maurim steeled himself, not knowing that he had deduced a near-perfect truth.
‘Don’t be scared. Ji-Geon is just another common applicant. Think of it that way.’
If we step down here, the applicants who have been crying and leaving under the pressure of the cold-blooded interviewers will cry.
Maurim lifted up his square glasses that gave off an elite vibe.
“I am applicant number 021. There are a lot of blank spaces on your resume. Do you have any experience related to the job?”
“yes.”
“Oh, what is it?”
“I sat down at the desk and tried it.”
“… … ”
“Oops. I’ve been sitting for too long.”
“… … ”
Okay, next question.
“What do you think is the most important thing when performing your job?”
“Leaving work on time… … ?”
“… … ”
“Hmm. (Isn’t this it?) Work-life balance… … ?”
The Q&A rush continued without an answer.
Q. Your specs are so great, why do you want to do this job?
A. Voluntary talent donation.
Q. What efforts did you make to get here?
A. Transfer to the subway twice.
Q. Explain what you would do if your boss gave you unreasonable work instructions.
A. I don’t listen to anyone weaker than me.
Q. What is your ultimate goal in life?
A. None.
Everyone thought about it.
‘What the heck is this kid… … ‘
I also thought about it.
‘Should I just go home…?’
Interviewers who want to hand out the passing necklace but are faced with a situation where they cannot give it due to the state of the answers, and third-time test takers who are starting to see the illusion of the potato group in Gangwon-do.
That moment when everyone was in pain.
Boom!
Showered by the pouring halo. Maurim covered his eyes. That person!
Our savior who came to ruin our interview… …
“Hey, come out here right now, you.”
I came to end this mess.
The curly-haired Kyeonjirok declared the interview over.
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