A Korean Office Worker Who Became a Nuisance Villainess in a Zombie Story - Chapter 192

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“So, this is a magic candy?”
What kind of magic does it do?
I turned the transparent star-shaped candy over in my hands, examining it from every angle. Mascarpone, beaming with pride beside me, answered.
“It improves your eyesight and cures dry eye syndrome.”
“Are you serious?”
That’s what every adult in this world dreams of.
Lately, I’ve been staring at documents with the lights off so much that my vision has deteriorated. I was already considering getting glasses when this miraculous item appeared before me.
And dry eye syndrome? At this rate, my eyes will shrivel up and disappear entirely.
I’m not the only one who blinks frantically while working, right…
“You’re giving this to me to eat, right?”
Worried she might take it back, I clutched the candy tightly in my hand as I asked.
Mascarpone, watching the candy wrapper crinkle in my grip with satisfaction, nodded.
“That’s right. And just so you know, there are no side effects. I’ve already tried it.”
“I ate a hundred of them!”
Now I can even see the faces of people passing by outside the window! Yujein chimed in.
I wanted to eat it immediately.
“Do you need one…?”
I glanced at Praha standing beside me, and he shook his head.
“I can already see outside the window.”
“I can see too!”
Tangerine as well.
“Then I won’t hesitate.”
Just to be safe, I tested it for poison first, then popped the candy into my mouth.
“Mmm.”
I love science, but sometimes magic satisfies me more than science ever could.
“So what do I do now? Just wait?”
“Yeah. Sleep through the night and you’ll be fine.”
After I had a fun and exciting dream tonight and woke up the next morning.
“You’ll see a world that’s become much clearer.”
And a few hours later.
“Mascarpone…”
You clearly said it would be a “fun and exciting dream”…
“What is this?”
I looked around my surroundings.
A wide avenue lined with tall buildings in perfect rows. Franchise cafes occupying the 1st floor of each building. People packed tightly into every cafe.
Delivery riders passing through the 1st floor with packaged food, a row of bathtub chairs lined up against the broadcasting station’s wall across the street, thick padlocks binding the chairs to the wall…
The familiar scenery of Yeouido.
And there I stood in the middle of it all, dressed in formal attire.
The “fun and exciting dream” Mascarpone mentioned…
was a dream about commuting to work?
“Hahaha. Hahahaha.”
This is way too fun.
I’ve never felt such excitement in my entire life.
“Mascarpone, you won’t get away with this….”
When I wake from this dream, I’ll get my revenge. Absolutely. I ground my teeth and checked my surroundings once more.
“Ah, I’ve always wanted to try that.”
I bought an apple milk tea—something difficult to find in the Empire—and took a long, satisfying sip.
I racked my brain.
What should I do now? What do I need to do?
“Looking at the time, it seems to be lunch hour….”
I suppose I should head back to the Company…right?
Of course, since this is my dream, I could skip work and go play, or even punch the Manager really hard without consequence….
But doing whatever I wanted felt somehow unsettling….
Going back seemed like the more comfortable choice.
“Ah. Whatever.”
Let me go back to the Company and work. If I don’t wake up even after leaving in the afternoon, then I’ll seriously consider submitting my resignation.
In the end, I headed to work while sipping my apple milk tea.
Even trapped in a dream, I still have to go to work.
“This is driving me crazy. I can’t remember anything about Excel or any of it?”
I shook my head as I crossed the Ground Floor Lobby.
“How can I forget so much just from taking a break from something I do every day?”
At this rate, even if I return, I won’t know how to do anything and will have to resign.
“I’m going insane… Wait!”
I rushed after the elevator closing right in front of me and caught it.
If you miss this elevator, you have to wait forever.
With lunch hour already tight, I couldn’t afford to waste time like that. I bowed my head sheepishly toward the reopening elevator. “I’m sorry… huh?”
The elevator, which should be packed with people at this hour, had only one person inside.
What is this….
“…Praha?”
The elevator doors opened slowly, as if in slow motion.
My eyes met with Praha standing expressionless inside.
“What….”
Why are you here?
Bewildered, my eyes reflexively scanned Praha’s appearance.
Hair styled like some department head in a drama, a suit that clung to his body in a way that seemed out of place in Yeouido, a thick wrist beneath a white shirt pressing the open button, an expensive watch peeking out….
Quite attractive….
“Why are you here?”
“Aren’t you getting in?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, I am.”
“No, no. You should go.”
I got on.
I was about to press the button for the 11th Floor where our team is, but it’s already lit.
The moment I confirmed it, I turned to look at Praha.
“Why are you really here? Why are you going to the 11th Floor?”
Did you know that’s where my team works? Or more importantly, what business do you have at our Company? I asked, but he didn’t respond.
He clearly heard me but deliberately ignored me—it was obvious.
‘His expression also seems oddly stiff.’
Is he different from reality because he’s a dream character?
In response to Praha’s silence, I closed my mouth and quietly observed him.
When Praha noticed me studying him, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.
But there was nothing I could do about it.
‘He’s wearing a formal suit.’
Not the casual shirt he usually wears or the ornate robes decorated with golden threads and jewels, but a modern suit.
It’s such an unfamiliar look that my eyes keep drifting to him.
By the time we reached the 11th Floor, it had passed in a flash.
Praha pressed the elevator button to let me out and waited, then gave me a nod before moving ahead.
And he naturally entered the Department Head’s Office.
“….”
Was there originally a Department Head’s Office in that location?
More importantly, did our Company even have a department head position in its hierarchy?
A department head in his twenties—does that even make sense?
Isn’t that something that only appears in dramas?
Of course, if he can be Emperor in his twenties, I suppose there’s no reason he can’t be a department head.
So… did our Company originally have a department head position…?
“Is it just my imagination? The Company’s lighting seems different too….”
Instead of the usual harsh fluorescent glow, it’s softer, almost filtered. I tilted my head in confusion and turned around.
“Ack!”
I ran into Cyprus.
He stood before me in a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a pale green tie, holding a cup emblazoned with a franchise logo. In our Company where ties are normally absent, Cyprus was fully dressed with a proper tie pin, looking down at me.
“What are you doing here?!”
He startled me! As I reproached him, Cyprus clicked his tongue and looked at me.
Then he naturally ignored me and turned away.
I stared blankly at Cyprus’s shirt as he walked toward the copier—it seemed deliberately a size too small and was stretched tight….
“…His employee ID lanyard is green.”
A green lanyard means a temporary employee ID.
An intern.
An intern just ignored a senior associate?!
“What is this mess….”
A department head position that didn’t exist before suddenly exists, and an intern is ignoring a senior associate….
And since when do we even have interns at our Company? We only hire interns during summer and winter breaks.
“This is completely ridiculous.”
I shook my head and turned around, only to lock eyes with my team members.
Lunch break hadn’t ended yet, so everyone should have been busy brushing their teeth in the Bathroom or fetching water in their tumblers, but instead they were all huddled together in one spot, staring at me and whispering among themselves.
And standing out among them was someone with distinctly pink hair.
Having experience with this, I didn’t pretend to recognize her this time by exclaiming “Yujein?!”
Instead, I listened in on their conversation.
“…Did Yusara just speak to Cyprus the intern?”
“She’s got some nerve. I mean, at last week’s Company dinner….”
“And earlier, I saw her getting off the elevator with the Department Head! I saw it with my own two eyes!”
“What? With the Chairman’s son?”
Their conversation hit my ears so loudly and obviously that I couldn’t help but laugh.
As my team members noticed me giggling, they quickly shielded Yujein behind them.
“Be careful!”
they said.
“Ha. Haha. Hahahaha.”
I simply laughed.
‘I get it now.’
This is a dream I’m having after eating one of Mascarpone’s magic candies.
A fun and exciting dream.
And I’ve just figured out the genre of this dream.
A twenty-something Department Head, an ordinary female employee protagonist, soft lighting, a publicly acknowledged villainess.
The genre of this dream is….
A K-drama.
[Characteristics of K-dramas Watched by K-office Workers (1)]
They excel at romance.

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