"Miss, you'll hurt your hands doing that. If you burn yourself, I'll get fired."

"Don't worry. You're too good at your job, Head Auntie—Mom could never fire you~"

The Samseong-dong residence of the Ojeong Group's chairman.

In the kitchen, where dinner was being made, the staff were on pins and needles.

The family's youngest daughter, home since this afternoon, was blanching greens and vegetables with her own hands.

Organic produce from the countryside, by the look of it—the smell and freshness were nothing like department-store goods.

"She told me to do it like this... or was it?"

Im Yun-a, blanching amaranth greens in boiling water with coarse salt.

She wore a serious look over a single dish of greens.

She was clumsier than she meant to be, but precise in her own way.

"One minute, right?"

"Yes~ amaranth only needs a minute."

"Dad will like it, won't he?"

"The chairman loves amaranth greens with gochujang this time of year."

"Thank goodness. Dad likes it~."

"He'll like it even more when he hears you made it yourself, miss."

The kitchen staff smiled.

In the stiff Ojeong Group, the most human one of them all was the youngest daughter, Im Yun-a.

She never treated the household staff carelessly.

The chairman and his wife didn't mistreat them either, but they were hard to approach.

That was the weight of being Korea's number-one chaebol and richest family.

Even the children were hard to talk to.

Once they'd grown up, each had marked off a territory of their own.

The pay was good.

They often got bonuses beyond what the work called for.

As long as they never leaked what happened inside the house, it was a steady job.

"Looks like the young miss learned this somewhere, doesn't it?"

"I think so. So pretty, and how can she be so lovely in everything she does?"

"Not long ago she even gave me clothes for my daughter."

"I wish she'd stay home instead of going back to America. The chairman asks for her especially..."

Behind her, the staff whispered quietly.

For the first time in a…