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"Mom I'm home" I shouted, closing the door behind me and kicking off my shoes. Noticing that I wasn't getting an answer, I walked to the kitchen, where the maids were hurriedly rushing around and the tall figure of a man stood in front of the counter.
Oh no, don't tell me. A business partner again. Why can't they just have lunch in a fucking restaurant? Oh and catch my mother telling me that I must sit at lunch with them for hours because they're also bringing their children along and it would be disrespectful to no to.
But the real question is, why? Why do you bring your descendants who probably do not give a flying shit about your deals with you? And the excuse? "They're gonna take over our company one day" They're taking over my ass, do they realize that their children are out of it most of the time?
On the other hand, it's always a way to make friends. BUT. Other than Sunghoon and Chaewon, none of their children ever passed my vibe check. They're either rude, materialistic, too talkative, or just their presence makes me want to flip the table. But the thing they all have in common. One question they all ask. "How much do your parents make?"
Yes, it is very much irritating and sadly it's also a thing in our school. Since it's a private school, of course, there's plenty of spoiled brats. You better pick your friends carefully, you never know when someone decides to backstab you, but again, you can also take a shortcut and be your own friend.
