"We've received your résumé. You were recommended by the Head of the Intelligence Division, Jung Pilgyu, right?"
The man spoke with an expression of surprise.
"Since this is a recommendation, this position is actually just a formality."
"Yes."
"You're married and have been a housewife all this time, is that correct?"
He tapped the résumé in his hand as if knocking on a door, then asked:
"You're good at washing dishes and doing laundry, right?"
"..."
Seoryeong just stared at him without saying anything.
But her answer didn't seem to matter much to the man, as he immediately changed the subject as if talking to himself.
"You started working as a caregiver right after becoming an adult, right? That means you're also good at taking care of sick people."
"Sick people?"
"Yes... Some are severely injured, some are stubborn, and they often need injections too. Doesn't seem that different."
The man spoke casually, as if he didn't care much.
"If you're a housewife, you must be good at cooking, right?"
"Not very good, but not bad either."
Since that was all she could do, such ridiculous questions didn't bother her at all.
Although Seoryeong came to work here by forcing Jung Pilgyu, from this point on, everything depended on her.
Even though this wasn't a good job, it still required planning and preparation. Seoryeong just needed to hide, eavesdrop, and learn so she could find a way to bring her husband back.
_The opportunity would come in time._
"This job is just doing laundry, cooking, and washing dishes. There's quite a bit of it, but it's not much different from what you do at home."
"..."
"Besides, most of it will be done by machines. You came at the right time. We were indeed in need of a new person."
His eyebrows twitched slightly.
Of course, Blast Company didn't only recruit special forces. Some people who had never even touched a weapon also worked in the administration or accounting divisions.
Seoryeong's job would be in the logistics division, which included driving, preparing meals, washing dishes, and doing laundry.
The man glanced at a bank document, then closed his folder.
"In that case, your official start date is next Monday. Please take good care of our training uniforms. Don't let them pile up until they stink. And please help with the cooking too."
"Okay."
"Finally, our company has a young housewife too! Usually, girls in their 20s don't want to do this kind of work. The housewives here are generally 50-60 years old."
He hummed softly as he walked back.
Seoryeong then asked in a soft voice:
"Most of the employees here are soldiers, right? That means there must be a lot of equipment, right?"
"...Yes. But of course, our equipment team handles everything safely. Why? Are you scared?"
The man's face showed an amused smile, as if he found Seoryeong endearing.
"It's not that. I just think you should keep your mouth shut."
"...What did you say?"
"Aren't you scared?"
Seoryeong looked at the man with a cold gaze.
Although her words sounded faint, the icy look in her eyes immediately made the man's face turn red.
Seoryeong, who wanted to become a villain, officially began her path as a housewife in the company.
The road she had to travel was still very long.
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"Damn it, so tired... Feels like I'm going to die..."
"Who is this new Chairman who became the trainer? Why is the training program so brutal?"
"If you talk too much, you'll get hit. Just go take a shower quickly."
The noisy voices from the end of the hallway grew closer and closer like waves crashing against the shore.
Words full of curses and groans of pain mixed together.
The locker room, which was previously empty, was now filled with muscular men. They were the last group from the morning training schedule. After training hard the whole time, they arrived in a large group.
The muscles in their upper bodies looked prominent and strong. The training clothes they took off were thrown accurately into the laundry baskets.
After everyone went into the shower room, the locker room became empty again.
That was the signal for Seoryeong to enter.
She glanced at the green light that had just turned on before opening the door and stepping inside.
The laundry baskets, full from the morning training, were overflowing.
She pulled the handle, and the wheels underneath began to move with a creaking sound. Even though she was wearing a thin white mask, the pungent smell of sweat was still sharp.
It had been **one month** since Seoryeong started working at Blast Company.
She wore a simple uniform and an apron, busily working while constantly learning.
Every day, she had to help the cook prepare large quantities of food three times, wash the staff's training clothes, then sort the washed and dried clothes by name and return them to their respective owners.
The logistics division was mostly filled with older people, and their numbers weren't many. There were only about a dozen people handling the entire operation of this unit.
That's why Seoryeong sighed softly from behind her mask.
_She kept thinking—when could she kidnap the Deputy Chairman and look for her husband..._
She rotated her aching shoulders and then walked to the cafeteria.
As she entered the kitchen, a woman wearing a hat and mask greeted her.
"Seoryeong, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"
"I'm going to eat now."
"Then wait a moment. Put those things inside first, then eat with me, okay?"
The woman pointed to a trash can filled with food scraps placed outside.
Seoryeong initially intended to sit down, but finally said, "I'll do it," and went back out of the kitchen.
She put on rubber gloves and began to clean up the scattered food scraps.
"I heard there's a vacant position on the special security team, right?"
Seoryeong listened to the conversation without expression.
_The special security team—_
This topic had indeed been frequently discussed among the staff lately.
Since accidentally meeting Channa after starting work at Blast Company, Seoryeong had briefly intended to say that she had threatened Jung Pilgyu to get in here. But in the end, she didn't say it.
Instead, Channa just grumbled, "With a face like yours, there's definitely something suspicious!"
When Seoryeong asked which division Channa worked in, Channa immediately fell silent.
"Well... all I can say is that the new team leader is really **terrible**..."
Channa said, rolling her eyes, and then quickly disappeared.
After that, Seoryeong never met Channa again.
"What kind of job pays one hundred million won a month without benefits?"
"If the job is really that tough, then it's only natural to get that much."
"But still, they get paid more than the people sent to Africa. Even those sent to Ukraine and Myanmar didn't get paid that much. What exactly do they do? I've never seen any of them successfully complete a task in my life. All they do is undermine each other and waste money."
Lately, Seoryeong had often heard conversations like this.
But the details of the special security team's work were never announced. It was an elite team whose members were recruited through a strict selection process.
Perhaps that's why the staff felt both curious and envious every time they heard about the team.
"If you're so curious, why don't you try applying?"
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"Not really. Who knows, your name might already be on the selection list. Stop complaining and just eat. You really like to grumble, don't you?"
As soon as she heard those words, one of the men who was eating immediately threw his spoon down.
The spoon hit the food tray, making a loud clanging sound.
"What? What did you just say?"
The man's face turned red with anger.
He glared at his opponent with vengeful eyes.
Seoryeong stopped her work and turned to look at them.
"It would be better if you could quickly return the food tray..."
The conversation that started as trivial suddenly escalated, eventually leading to them grabbing each other's collars.
"Just hearing you guys talk about the special security team while pretending not to care makes me so **sick** of it! It's starting to make me feel like a loser too!"
"Damn it! You think I'm jealous of them, huh?"
As the two large men began to fight, the long dining table shook as if struck by an earthquake.
The other management staff quickly stood up and moved away, while Seoryeong could only blink in surprise.
_Again, this was happening again._
The kitchen woman peeking from behind the door didn't look surprised at all.
At that moment, the stacked food trays began to be returned.
"Damn it! Who's the one whose eyes lit up as soon as they heard about the special security team?"
"You're the damn one! You only got lucky because of me! Why are you being so arrogant? After leaving the military, you had nowhere else to go! I'm the one who saved you! Without me, you'd just be a cheap delivery guy now!"
"It's not just been a day or two! I'm so sick of hearing your nonsense! If you're really jealous, just say so! Don't pretend to be cool by being sarcastic to others!"
"Don't act all innocent; you're full of talk but empty inside!"
"You bastard!"
"If you're jealous, just admit it! Don't feel inferior and then insult others!"
**Thwack!**
Suddenly, one of their heads snapped back from a punch, and the fight truly began.