Arum strained it, but she couldn't hide it, the symbol of the office worker's occupational disease.
"This abdominal muscle is not the object of our coverage, but an industrial disaster. We don't have enough time to exercise since we are involved in highly intensive mental labor. I got this disaster after I got hired here. They should take responsibility for this," Arum said.
"Sure, let me take responsibility. Won't you try it?"
Arum leered at her.
Manager Kyong seemed to trust the effect of the devil's diet.
"I can guarantee you will lose 20kg in one month."
Arum was swayed by her guarantee.
"Really? In one month?"
"There is a caveat. You should reveal your current weight and your abdominal muscles. You should also reveal the process of losing weight in our magazine blog. Is that okay with you?"
"Nope!" Arum shouted.
"You want me to reveal my abdominal muscles?"
"Why? What's wrong with that?"
"If you don't mind, why don't you try it?"