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Yira handed the underwear back to the store staff as she announced, ‘The size is wrong.’
‘But that couldn’t be…’ the store manager replied in confusion.
But the staff quickly bowed their head to Yira and Gye-eul for the mistake. They promised to recheck all the product sizes and restock.
Kevin returned from his phone call.
At the same time, the store manager said, ‘Um, Team Leader Hong, your tights…’
There was a runner down to her ankle. It was probably caused by Gye-eul.’
‘Ah…!’ she cried looking down at the ruined tights, her face now red from embarrassment.
‘Oh no…why?’
Gye-eul smiled wickedly as he replied, ‘Ah, I meant to tell you about that in the fitting room.’
He glanced at Kevin, whose face hardened as he put his phone back in his pocket.
Kevin went to Yira, ‘Come with me.’ He said grabbing her wrist and pulling her away. Yira, Gye-eul and the others watched him in confusion as he took her to a sofa in a less open corner to the store.
‘Wait here for a minute, I’ll go and get you a new pair.’ (Zuben: Shouldn’t Florence do hosiery?)
‘Um, Yoon-ssi…’ she called but he was already striding out of the store.
Displeasure filled Gye-eul’s face.
‘I heard Team leader Yoon came from the US, but he’s such a gentleman, isn’t he?’ The factory manager said in admiration, ‘Or is it because it is Team leader Hong?’
Gye-eul sighed, trying to displace his irritation, ‘Let’s continue the inspection so you can get back to the factory, shall we?’
‘But what about Yoon-ssi…?’
‘Manager, are you not very busy these days?’
‘Huh?’
‘I may have come al the way down here, but I am not so free.’ Gye-eul said with irritation punctuating his words.
It was only then the factory manager realised that the CEO was annoyed.
‘Manager, go with the CEO first. I will follow with Yoon-ssi as soon as he arrived.’ Yira said.
Gye-eul looked at her with a frown.
‘Please go ahead, CEO. I will show Team leader Yoon around.’ She insisted.
He sighed and walked off.
As she watched him walk away, she clenched her fists.
‘Yira,’ Kevin said returning sudden with a carrier bag.
She looked up at him with a smile, ‘Yoon-ssi,’ she rose from the couch and checked that everyone had gone.
‘You really didn’t have to do this. I would feel…’ she began to say.
‘Burdened.’ He finished for her, ‘I know it’s uncomfortable and annoying.’
‘Yoon-ssi…’
‘But I can’t not worry about you. Let’s sort this out first.’ He said pointedly at the fitting room and handed her the carrier bad.
Yira couldn’t argue with his pure eyes. How could she reject him? She suddenly understood why Gye-eul had been unable to say anything to her own confession to him.
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