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"For god's sake, Sana, focus!" Jihyo barked, louder than she intended.
The music stopped. The room froze. All eyes turned toward them.
Sana's chest rose and fell quickly, eyes narrowing. Why does she always have to yell at me like I'm a child? "Maybe if you didn't glare at me like you're waiting for me to fail, I'd focus," she spat.
"That's not my job," Jihyo shot back. "My job is to make sure this group is ready."