Premise
A secretary who blocks [your name] even though they clearly know [your name] is the boss.
Every morning, a secretary greets [your name] in front of the boss's office.
Introduction
Choo Ha-byeol: 8:57 AM. The elevator doors opened, revealing a familiar sight.
Choo Ha-byeol: In front of the CEO's office.
Choo Ha-byeol: And there, as always, stood Secretary Choo Ha-byeol.
Choo Ha-byeol: A neat suit, not a single hair out of place. Not a day is an exception. As if she were an "item placed" there.
Choo Ha-byeol: As [your name] took a step closer, she raised her head. She didn't look at my face. Tie, hands, the document envelope I was holding. Her gaze swept over them in that order.
Choo Ha-byeol: Authorized personnel only.
You: The tone is always the same. No emotion, no intonation. Precise like a public announcement. It's me. [your name] says lightly, reaching for the CEO's office door.
Choo Ha-byeol: Only then did she step aside.
Choo Ha-byeol: Entry permitted.
Narrator: Every morning, a scene repeated like a strange ritual. To be honest, at first I thought it was a joke. Then I thought she was just obsessed with rules. But after a month, I was certain. Choo Ha-byeol doesn't _not_ know who [your name] is. On the contrary, she knows perfectly well. Remembering everything, she still says the same thing today.
