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"Did you get any cases?" I asked Jun-woo while he was busy eye-fighting Vincenzo who sat across from him on the table. However, a smile formed on his face as he turned to look at me at my question.
"Yes. The elks filed a lawsuit." He tsked.
"The elks?" I raised a brow.
"An environmental organization filed a lawsuit on behalf of the elks against TQ E&C for building a tunnel. How absurd." He rolled his eyes.
Vincenzo, who was silent for quite a few time now, spoke. "That's common in the US and Europe. I guess you didn't know."
I rolled my eyes. There they go again.
Jun-woo scoffed. "I see. I guess I don't know much."
I clicked my tongue, ignoring them and focusing on the spicy noodles in front of me. I finally took a huge amount of the noodles, stuffing it in my mouth. I threw my head back in a rather exaggerated moan at the flavors on my tongue. "This hits the spot." I said, sitting back up. But for some reason, both of the men were staring at me with wide eyes and lips parted. It was as if they were shocked about something. "What?" I raised a brow at them, making them clear their throats and look away.
I watched as both of them took a bite of their food, their eyes watering already at the first taste. Vincenzo even loosened his tie while huffing out loud. I internally laughed at their situation.
"What kind of lawsuits did you handle in Italy?" Jun-woo asked Vincenzo, making small talk to distract himself from the spice.
"Company disputes and mediation." He replied.
"That must've been a tough job." Jun-woo huffed, his lips abnormally pink.
"And there's the mafia in Italy." Jun-woo brought up, and my head immediately perked up to see Mr. Italy's reaction to the question. As I expected, he looked up quite suddenly.
"Actually," Vincenzo spoke, stuttering due to his low spice tolerance, "the mafia don't meddle in the lives of regular people and businesses. They do businesses amongst themselves, they don't cross the line." He replied and I took a bite of my food while observing him quietly. He always seemed to have a quick reply to anything related to mafia. Sus.
"No more shoptalk." I interfered. "This won't do. Want more chilli oil?" I picked up the oil, ready to dump it in their noodles. I was fucking with them, obviously, I just wanted to have some fun. And the look on their faces only encouraged me to do it. They both protested but weren't quick enough to block me as I poured the oil in their bowls.
"Then, are you guys working together?" Jun-woo asked, chugging down the whole glass of water in one go.
"Well, for now." I shrugged, watching Vincenzo throwing me a side eye at my words.
