The World of Masks

"Ugh · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Press down on the sore head and wriggle in the duvet. It was surrounded by fluffy beds and silky duvets that seemed to pay for the money, but the pain of squeezing the brain with press was erasing all of its senses. Jinseok kicked his tongue next to him.

"So let's have a drink."

That's all I could think about. Place the sobriety you received from the waiter on the bedside table. Eun-hee looked at the medicine with her eyes only in the blanket.

"Stay in bed today. It's best to get drunk and get some rest."

Was the hangover like a cold? No matter how much you think about it, it seems like a way to deal with a cold. I suddenly thought that even in the situation where I felt like skipping a bell in my head.

"No, I'm coming with you."

I woke up whimpering. Jinsuk stabbed Eun-hee's forehead, which barely raised her torso, with his index finger, to give her strength. Eun-hee fell back on the bed, screaming a strange scream.

"It gets in the way. I'm going to do some sightseeing next time anyway, and I'm just going to take a quick look at my company today. Lie still."

After stopping Eun-hee from following, Jin comes out. I didn't call the driver. The hotel itself is close to Wall Street, so it won't take long for the company to get there. I started walking with a light walk while watching the foreign streets for the first time.

Maybe it was because it was a foreign country, or even the air around it seemed different.

'Even if you have a lot of money, even if you have abilities that surpass humans, this is just a hick.'

Shops were displaying signs written in alphabets everywhere. There were many shops in New York City that were world-class, but the original content was not much different from that of Korea.

'That's where people live, anyway.'

I wasn't afraid to get lost. The alphabet could be read. On the sign, an arrow to Wall Street was stuck. If there was a situation, there would be a smartphone GPS, and Jinjeong moved on. I didn't worry about security. In order to kill yourself, you must at least bring a weapon from the army. That's more than just a shotgun. I was not afraid of the handguns that Americans usually carry in self-defense.

About half an hour on foot, Jin could put a building in front of his eyes. I noticed the golden logo of the 'Golden Rix' glowing on the top of the building.

'You found it.'

You enter the building through a revolving turnstile. There's a familiar face ahead.

"Welcome."

David, who was waiting on the first floor, takes a call from Jin, reaches out to shake his hand. It was almost unimaginable as usual, but there were too many humans around to call me the Lord. The relationship between the two was just the relationship between the largest shareholder and the CEO.

Following David's instructions, I climbed the elevator.

"Where would you like to start?"

"Let's take a quick look around the workshop."

I didn't need to look at it in detail. I just wanted to see my own company, and I didn't want to dig too hard. The purpose now was not to audit the interior of the company, but to take a quick look at what the company looked like. David presses the floor button. The elevator slowly starts to move upward.

The first place it was seen was the Investment Advisory Center. I was also receiving investment advice from the general public in the name of an investment company. How many people were still struggling to figure out what to invest in and what the status of their investments were. I quickly got out of the idea that I shouldn't interfere with work. The following was the place to manage everything in the company as a whole. Employees were working hard flying through documents. Some were on the phone with someone. I also scoured this place and got out.

After that, the guidance continued. It was shocking for Jin to run a large basketball court and a large rest area where he could play various sports, as well as a small flower shop. The two of them who were on the first floor reached the last floor.

Unlike the other floors that were busy, this floor was quiet. Two women, visible as secretaries in front of the elevator, were sitting at the counter. After seeing David, you stand up and greet him with a sympathetic voice. Then I glanced at Hyclean Jinsuk. Inside his eyes was a question mark. After lightly returning the favor with one hand, David introduced Jin.

"He's the lord of our company."

One word was enough. The secretaries did not hesitate to greet the first Asian people.

I see two doors beyond where the secretaries are. The structure suggests that the rooms connected to the door occupy most of this floor. David leads the stone to the left door first.

"This is my office."

The first thing you'll notice is the large glass on the exterior of the building instead of a wall overlooking the Hudson and Manhattan. In front of it were luxurious desks and chairs. As I came out of the middle of work, my desk was littered with paperwork. I had a gut feeling.

And on his desk, there was a plaque that said, "CEO David Martin."

I looked around inside lightly. There was a sofa and a table for guests and a golden logo on one side of the wall. As you turn your head a little further, you find another door against the wall.

"This is a private room that I use to stay at my company."

David opened the door and showed me inside. It was a safe place, even if it was a small house. On one side, it was decorated as a small kitchen, with living amenities such as TV and audio. The bathroom was attached to a high-quality marble bath. The bedroom was furnished with a separate space and a luxurious bed. It was impressive that it was the office of the CEO of a leading investment company.

After a rough look around David's office, Jin was drawn to David and this time entered the door to the right, which was next to David's office.

The structure was no different from David's office. The Golden Rix logo on the wall, a visibility wall replaced by glass, a high-end desk and chair for the office, a guest couch, and a table. But there was a crucial difference. On the desk, the name of the true was engraved in alphabet.

"This is the owner's office. I don't know if you like it, but you can always use it here."

Jinsuk comes to the desk and sweeps down the plaque. It made me realize that I own the company.

"This is where you made it?"

"No, it used to be owned by the previous owner. I used to come and visit this room and look down at Manhattan through the window."

After a hobby, he seems to have come to admire the feeling of being the owner of a large company, but then his desire seems to be greater than his own.

"In case you don't like what the former owner used, all the furniture in the house is new. You could say you remodeled it as a whole."

Somehow I thought there was nothing worn out. Listening to David's explanation, you open the door on one side of the wall, just like David's office. It seemed to be the same private room as David's office. The structure was almost similar to the place I saw earlier.

"· · · · · · · · · By the way, you seemed busy, but now you can get back to work. I'm done with corporate sightings, and I'm just going to take a quick look around and I'm going out."

"Yes, my lord."

David bows his head and quietly leaves the room.

I wandered around the room and explored. It was a nice room, but I'm not so impressed anymore. The house in Korea was good enough and I stayed at a luxury hotel yesterday. But it was never a bad room.

Have you lost your sense of humor? '

The smile I wrote was built. The old sense of living in a small florist changed in a short time.

Jinseok walked to the glass wall. Rivers flow far and wide, radiating a majestic presence among the tall buildings. I looked down quietly with my right hand against the window.

'Hmm, maybe not so bad.'

Looking down at the city that looked like a toy, Jin thought so.