What's with these bastards' faces? I swear, I can't stand any of them...

Wang Seung-pyo, team leader at department-manager rank.

He didn't like how awkwardly his team was greeting him today.

The company's real owner had changed, but inside, things still ran the old way.

Lately Wang Seung-pyo had been rubbing his palms together and running until the soles of his feet sweated, all for a promotion to executive.

Since the company had joined the TS Group, its finances had gotten steadier and stronger.

The perks handed to executives had grown to match.

A company car with a driver, a private office, and an expense account worth a hundred million won a year.

Just yesterday, he'd wined and dined the managing director, a key executive and his senior from school.

He'd given him the works, from a round of golf to a long night of drinking.

This morning he'd even gone to the sauna first thing and sweated it out with him.

And he'd finally gotten the answer he'd been waiting for.

He was going to be slotted into one of the executive seats left empty when the crooks got fired.

A few fat envelopes had changed hands as bribes along the way.

The group had agreed to raise the architectural design team to executive rank; it was settled.

The world of executives, a different world from department managers.

Wang Seung-pyo strolled into work in no hurry, feeling great.

And there were his people, gabbing in the conference room.

His empty seat stood out a mile.

He'd made the crack about them wanting to get fired like it was a joke, but he'd meant some of it.

Anyone who'd questioned his design philosophy would be the first shipped off to some provincial site.

First in line was Assistant Manager Yun So-jin, who'd turned down his invitation to a private night of drinks a few years back.

She'd gone to Yeonji University, too, the rival school.

"Good morning..."

One after another, the staff greeted Wang Seung-pyo, tense and awkward, watching his mood.

"So what'd everybody do this weekend? What's with the…