LOSING GAME | VMIN

17. The handsome Park Jimin

When Taehyung entered his office, he saw Zach sitting on his seat.

Zach saw him coming in and hurriedly put a document aside. Taehyung took off his coat and put it on the chair. He glanced at it from the corner of his eyes and found that it was Jimin's personal information.

Knowing that Zach had come back, he did not look surprised. He just said calmly, "You're back?"

Zach raised his head with a smile. "Did you miss me?"

"Yeah." Taehyung cast a glance at him. "How's the training going?"

"The teacher is very strict, but I have learned a lot. It's good," Zach said with a smile.

Taehyung was slightly stunned. He nodded and opened the information in his hand.

He knew what Zach had done outside.

His subordinate had told him that day about the credit card which had been given Zach and how he had spent 1.2 million dollars in the half-month when he had gone to German for training.

All the spending had been in all kinds of luxury stores, high-end restaurants, luxury entertainment venues, and so on.

Money was not a big deal. The problem was that Taehyung knew that Zach had not participated in any training for the past half a month. He had just been on a trip.

Taehyung looked at Zach's slightly indifferent side profile and did not speak. He turned to look at the computer again.

Five hours passed very quickly. Zach took out the first draft he made and cleaned it up proudly. He walked out of the director's office, walked to Jimin's desk, and put the paper directly in front of him. "I've finished writing."

Just some writing. It was impossible for Jimin to defeat him with this.

Zach turned his head away with a disdainful smile.

Jimin stopped him. "Wait."

"Is there any other work?" Zach raised his head. "Just say it. It won't be difficult for me."

Jimin gave him a suspicious look.

Where did this idiot's confidence come from?

He handed Zach's first draft back to him and said, "There is no other work, just this draft..... rewrite."

Zach's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

"If you can't hear clearly, go to the Central Hospital to check your ears," Jimin repeated, "Rewrite all of it, the first draft."

"Why?"

Don't you know?" Jimin turned his head and said, "I simply turned over a few pages, not to mention the mistakes in the content. The format, the title, spacing, layout, how many of this that is right?"

Zach clenched his fists and looked as if he was about to lose his temper.

"I believe that any formal training will guide the newcomers to deal with the files, but unfortunately, I haven't seen your ability from the first draft you handed over."

Zach blushed, but his glance was fierce. "Assistant Park, be careful what you say."

Jimin blinked.

Had he gone too far?

Which sentence? Which one?

In order not to hurt Zach's fragile heart and avoid trouble for himself, he had already spoken in a gentle tone. How could he be regarded as a provocation by Zach?

"I think I'm telling the truth. There's no aggressive language." Jimin said calmly.

Zach took a deep breath and turned from the corner of his eyes. Pursing his lips, he said aggrievedly, "I know I can't do it well, but I really work hard..... "