The Secretary of the Foreign Ministry, Son Mi-joo.
Son Mi-joo passed the fierce diplomatic candidate examination after studying so hard that she had a nosebleed before being appointed as the new secretary at the Korean National Diplomatic Academy and was a highly motivated new staff member.
Initially, she was in charge of helping her seniors with their backlogs, but she grew exhausted by the enormous work that had gradually piled up.
Only when dark circles descended on her cheekbones did she lose all her motivation and passion in the early days.
She was busy with doing the daily tasks she was given, working monotonously like a zombie.
"Huh... Why did I get so many emails? What the hell? Such a jerk. Why are they throwing the diplomatic proposal contest at me again? Wow! This is crazy."
It was her second year at the French Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
She joined the Foreign Ministry at 28, but her mouth was now as big as most construction workers.
Son Mi-joo checked the watch on her wrist for the time.
"It's already time? I wonder what the French ambassador will say today… I'm sure he'll whine again about the comprehensiv...
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