Chapter 42 – Invincible Intern – Part 2

Chapter 42 – Invincible Intern – Part 2

At the new intern’s preposterous words, Im Siwon’s brows furrowed once again.

When he first entered that place, following his senior, he struggled for half a day.

He took pictures with his cell phone and even drew diagrams.

But he came right back and said he’d memorized everything?

Unkind words flowed from Im Siwon’s mouth.

“Hey, are you trying to play a joke on me right now?”

As he spoke, Im Siwon moved towards the room, as if looking for something that caught his eye.

His gaze soon fixed on a drawer where a screw, which should have been properly embedded, was sticking out by about a third and bent.

Yes, I’ve taken note of it and returned.

Im Siwon pointed at the drawer with a dismissive gesture, as if finding it amusing.

Oh really? See that screw sticking out? Someone could get hurt, so bring me the right screw for that, and a Phillips screwdriver. I’ll give you 10 minutes. The Manager and Deputy Manager are watching. It might even be reflected in your performance review.

Assistant Manager Han said with a playful smile.

Assistant Manager Im. Our intern might be a memory genius, you know? Don’t be too hard on him.

The 10 minutes Im Siwon mentioned was, in fact, an unreasonable amount of time.

Even if he moved with all his might to bring the screw and screwdriver, 10 minutes was impossible.

But then.

Woojin pulled a screwdriver out of his suit jacket pocket.

And then he pulled a screw out of his pants pocket.

“I’ll remove this and fix it with a new one.”

Im Siwon blinked, trying to understand what was happening.

It was so absurd that he was speechless.

Others watching the new employee training felt the same way as Im Siwon.

Assistant Manager Im had given an unreasonable errand, and that unreasonable errand was taken care of in a matter of moments.

Would this be the feeling if one witnessed some unnatural phenomenon?

Unless it was a rigged game, that is.

So when Woojin took out the screw and replaced it with a new one.

The manager chuckled.

“Wow… our intern has foresight, doesn’t he? Foresight! Hahahaha!”

Im Siwon, who was trying to understand the situation, asked.

His tone of voice had also changed.

“You saw it? Is that why you brought it?”

He had just seen it himself.

“Yes. As Assistant Manager Im said, I thought someone might get hurt.”

Because Woojin always unconsciously, that is, constantly tried not to lose to himself, he was able to habitually observe and memorize his surroundings.

As Im Siwon was thinking of giving him another errand, he answered his ringing phone.

“Yes, this is Im Siwon from the Management Support Team.”

-Assistant Manager Im, I’m sorry. I said I’d order plenty of A4 paper, but if you give me the key, I’ll…

Assistant Manager Im, who turned his gaze to Woojin, nodded.

“No. I’ll send the intern.”

Im Siwon hung up the phone and said.

“Mr. Woojin, please take five boxes of A4 paper to Sales Team 4. You know where that is, right?”

“Yes, I understand.”

As Woojin immediately turned around, the staff members started talking as they watched him go.

“Wow. That intern has good sense.”

“This is fun. It feels like I’m watching a sitcom before starting work today. Hahahaha!”

Meanwhile, Woojin, who had loaded the A4 paper boxes onto a cart, got into the elevator.

Everyone in the elevator was wearing a suit, and he was too.

Everyone belonged to this company, and he was no different.

Ding-dong-

As the door opened, Woojin pushed the cart out.

“Excuse me. Coming through.”

His voice seemed a little excited. Of course, no one knew that.

And so, Woojin was able to reach Sales Team 4.

There was nothing different, except that the layout was slightly different from his own Management Support Team.

Just then, a woman who appeared to be in her late twenties approached him.

“This way.”

Woojin followed her to the copy room and set down the A4 paper boxes.

“Thank you. Keep up the good work.”

She immediately started copying, and Woojin left the room and looked around, but Munjin-uncle was nowhere to be seen, perhaps absent.

Instead, someone else caught his eye.

It was Baek Jihyeon, someone he had seen during the interview, and an intern like himself.

Baek Jihyeon was staring at the phone ringing calmly.

He rolled his eyes around the office, but no one seemed interested.

Eventually, as if he had made up his mind, he carefully brought the handset to his ear.

“Hello?”

-Hello. My name is Hiroshi from ACE. May I speak with Assistant Manager Kim Jong-hoon?

Baek Jihyeon’s pupils trembled as if an earthquake had occurred.

“Oh… just a moment…”

Baek Jihyeon leaned out as if asking for help, but no.

“Is something wrong?”

Woojin, who had read Baek Jihyeon’s expression, appeared beside her.

He was from the Management Support Team.

As Assistant Manager Im had said, he had to help if there were difficulties in the department.

Baek Jihyeon quickly spoke, covering the handset with her hand.

“It seems to be a Japanese person, and I’m not good at Japanese.”

“I’ll take the call.”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Woojin, who received the handset, spoke.

“Hello?”

-Assistant Manager Kim Jong-hoon??

Woojin scanned his surroundings as if looking for someone over the partition and spoke.

Then he took a pen to a notepad and said,

“Kim is currently on another call. Do you have a message?”

“Yes…”

Nodding his head, Woojin finished the call and wrote something on the notepad.

[AEC Hiroshi]

Just then, Baek Jihyeon’s 담당 Assistant Manager, who appeared with coffee, looked Woojin up and down and pouted her lower lip.

“Who are you?”

Woojin bowed his head politely.

“Hello, Assistant Manager Kang. I am Shin Woojin, an intern from the Management Support Team!”

“What are you doing here, by the way?”

“It seemed like you were having trouble with your call, so I helped out for a moment.”

“Oh, okay.”

As Assistant Manager Kang nodded indifferently, Woojin handed the notepad to Baek Jihyeon.

“That was a call for Assistant Manager Kim Jeonghun. They asked me to let him know they called. Well, good luck!”

As Woojin bowed slightly and disappeared, Assistant Manager Kang pouted her lower lip and said to Baek Jihyeon,

“Doesn’t something seem backward? It feels like Ms. Baek Jihyeon should go to the Management Support Team, and that person should be sitting here.”

“I’ll, I’ll work hard.”

“Have you memorized all the extension numbers?”

“I was in the middle of memorizing them…”

Assistant Manager Kang patted Baek Jihyeon’s shoulder and went back to her seat.

*

As Kim Taehyun came out of the Police Station Building, Choi Gicheol approached him with a cup of vending machine coffee.

“Thanks.”

“I thought he’d be a pain and hold out, so it’s a relief he spilled everything.”

“Watch and learn, man. You have to adapt your approach flexibly according to the criminal’s personality.”

“Wasn’t that something our savior, Woojin, told you?”

Kim Taehyun nodded and chuckled.

“I haven’t seen Woojin much, but… when I watch him, he just exudes charisma. A genius? Like a prodigy. If someone like Woojin were a profiler, I think he could catch all the criminals, it’s a shame.”

“He’s a kid who truly wants to live an ordinary life. Then being a profiler doesn’t suit him.”

“He’s a kid who wants to live an ordinary life, but he got a perfect CSAT score and entered S University, and on top of that, he catches criminals like a shaman?”

Kim Taehyun chuckled and put a cigarette in his mouth.

“For Woojin, that’s just his ordinariness. Like an awl in a pocket, it’s bound to poke out wherever he goes. It’s a very ordinary thing for Woojin. I think… he’s just trying hard not to let it show.”

Choi Gicheol shook his head and laughed.

“That makes sense too. But if I had that brain, I think I would have quit being a detective and just thought about making money.”

“Woojin doesn’t have a desire for money right now, but if he were a little ambitious, he probably…”

“Detective Kim.”

Kim Taehyun turned around at the sudden voice.

It was Profiler Han Johoon.

“By any chance, that, is his name Woojin? Can I get the contact information for a student named Woojin?”

“Excuse me?”

Kim Taehyun’s eyes were filled with bewilderment.

After all, it was Han Johoon who had insisted that Woojin’s words were unreliable and absurd.

“Why?”

Han Johoon said with an awkward smile.

“The more I think about it, the more goosebumps I get. I’d like to talk about how such a profiling could be done. And apologize too.”

Kim Taehyun smiled and replied to his softened tone, which seemed to acknowledge Woojin.

It’s already too late.

“Woojin says he’s going to be busy for a while. So I don’t think I’ll be able to see him either.”

“If you just give me the number, I’ll……”

“My younger brother doesn’t like it when I just give out his number to anyone. Please understand.”

Han Johoon smiled bitterly.

“That’s a shame, but I guess it can’t be helped.”

“Oh, you said you have a terrestrial broadcast shoot this time, right? Please don’t mention Woojin. My younger brother really dislikes that kind of thing.”

*

One hour left until lunchtime.

Woojin, who had been happily running errands, could finally sit down in his seat.

Just then, Im Siwon approached.

“It’s not bad to be overly enthusiastic and try to promote yourself, but let’s not lie, okay?”

Woojin stood up and replied cheerfully.

“Yes!”

“Did you really figure out where all the items are located?”

Yes!

‘Even this bastard… ‘

Im Siwon ran his hand through his hair and nodded.

“Third row, bottom shelf, two spaces to the right. What’s there?”

“There are 27 telephones.”

“What about the very end of the third item in the first row?”

“There’s a power clip. Should I get it?”

“No, the middle of the sixth row, at the very top?”

“There are 3 partitions.”

Im Siwon let out a small laugh.

And he said, as if he had him caught.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Hey, why is there a partition up there? Isn’t it a board?”

“There were 3 partitions up there!”

“What if not?”

“That’s right!”

“Follow me.”

Im Siwon turned around first and walked away, trudging.

He clearly remembered seeing a board in that spot when he was with Woojin in the Supply Room.

As Im Siwon curled one corner of his mouth and disappeared, the Staff Members chuckled.

“One intern is going to die today.”

“It’s his first day, they should go easy on him.”

“You know Assistant Manager Im’s personality. If it’s not, it’s not, and if it is, it is.”

Im Siwon, who got on the elevator, treated Woojin next to him as if he wasn’t there.

He was thinking about how to crush the intern who only told lies.

Im Siwon exited the elevator, unlocked the door with his key, and went inside.

He walked through the maze-like supply room without hesitation.

When he arrived at the middle of the sixth row, where the very top was visible.

‘Oh?’

Im Siwon’s body froze like a statue.

As Woojin had said, there was no board, and three partitions were clearly placed there.

He rubbed his forehead, unable to speak.

How many minutes passed like that?

“I must have been mistaken. Go up first and memorize the phone number.”

“Understood!”

As Woojin disappeared, Im Siwon looked around as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Did he really figure all of this out? All these things?”

Meanwhile, Woojin, waiting for the elevator, was thinking of Assistant Manager Im.

Despite it being Candle, he read the micro-expression that showed a negative opinion of him, for no reason whatsoever.

His tone of voice too.

People like this can have a strong tendency not to accept the obvious as obvious, so he took action.

He changed it.

The board Assistant Manager Im had mentioned was reflecting light from the fluorescent lamp, something Assistant Manager Im could have fully perceived with self-consciousness.

Woojin chose that, and Assistant Manager Im fell for it.

This situation was for Woojin to make Assistant Manager Im treat him ordinarily.

99% truth and 1% lie.

He distorted the memory.

It was gaslighting.