"W-Writer Yoon! That's not it, there's been some kind of misunderstanding—!"
Jeong Ju-won, his face drained of color, waved both hands and scrambled for an excuse.
The swagger he'd had just moments ago, browbeating a nineteen-year-old junior, had vanished completely.
His expression now was nothing short of groveling, like he might drop to his knees any second.
"Misunderstanding? I heard it clear as day with my own ears. What misunderstanding."
Yoon Hae-ri set the coffee in her hand down on the table with a sharp clack.
Her ice-cold gaze raked over Jeong Ju-won from head to toe like he was something to be despised.
"I let it slide when you couldn't even get your character analysis straight at the script read-through and just drifted along on the surface instead."
"......."
"And here you were, behind the scenes, not studying the script but throwing your weight around on a kid barely…
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