Right now, everyone in the meeting room is dead silent, waiting to see how I'll react after presenting the outcome of the second quarter and the website engagement numbers, which are lower than last week. Not to mention, the stickers designed for comments look too lame and unappealing. I tap one finger on the table and use another to massage my temple before saying briefly,
"Is this the best you can do?"
I push the distorted cartoon sketches toward the graphics department.
"Is this supposed to be good? Would you want to use these for comments? 'Great!'? I can just type that, can't I? There's no need to waste time clicking on these ugly cartoons to comment and slow down the website performance."
Why is everything today not going as planned? I sweep my gaze over everyone in the meeting and close the folder in front of me, feeling exhausted.
"Meeting adjourned."
"...."
"Are you all not leaving? Or do you want to continue the meeting?"
With that, everyone grabs their documents and scurries out. The secretary, who's responsible for taking notes, is the only one I call back with a sharp gaze.
"Ms. Orn, why does the room you decorated look like that?"
"Huh? Well... you said she wanted it that way."
"Are you sure I said that? How exactly did I brief you?"
"You didn't exactly brief me. You said you wanted the guest room to have a cheerful personality, to feel luxurious, like a princess's room."
"But someone told me it looks like a dog's bedroom."
"What kind of dog sleeps in that room?"
"Are you arguing with me?"
I ask in a calm voice, but the secretary quickly retracts her neck after trying to explain.
"You're not arguing with me, right?"
"N...No, I was just trying to explain that I followed the brief."
"Sometimes a princess's room doesn't need to be pink, and the bed sheets don't need to be frilly. I'm giving you another chance. Listen to the brief carefully."
"...."
"Make my guest room look luxurious, simple, and like a human's bedroom. Remove anything pink."
Because it seems Pixie doesn't like that color.
"Just make the room white. Got it?"
"Understood. About the budget..."
"That's not the problem. Have I ever had a problem with money?"
"Got it."
"Wait."
I wave my hand to call the secretary back before she leaves, feeling a bit embarrassed as I ask:
"Ms. Orn, how would you feel if I suddenly bit your cheek?"
"Huh?"
Just asking makes her so shocked. How would the person being bitten feel?
"No need to answer. I understand. Just wanted to have a small talk so you wouldn't be too tense."
"O...Okay."
Even though I tried to be friendly, it seemed to have scared my subordinate even more. It looks like trying to be nice and social is very difficult for me. I can't help it; my face looks like this. When I smile, people think I'm being sarcastic. When I keep a straight face, they think I'm looking for trouble. Not everyone is as lucky as Yu, who looks cute just by standing still.
