Downfall of a Nice Guy

where looks matter, James, with his outstanding appearance, became the most popular bachelor. The reason was sim

rary. The desk, painted a deep red, was by the west window. James wore a pair of thin-rimmed

eech topics, but in my confusion, I mixed them up. I had no idea who was presenting which topic, and w

likely earn me a dressing

mes noticed my distress and

hers, but his deep voice stirred something within m

materials, glanced at the name of the participant from the

me was effortlessly resolved by him. In less than two min

more charming than a hero from a romantic drama. Perhaps it was because t

mes it was a math problem, sometimes it was a missed meal, or a

eart race and warm, and I began to look forwar

collect my part-time wages, but the boss found various excuses to withhold half of my pay. Tongu

dressed in sportswear with sweat on his fore

, even saying, "She's just a student. It's already generous to give her this much. What more does

a step, played a recording of the boss's words on h

sinessman, and the prospect of being interviewed o

y back, I felt as happy as a lark. James, who had been walki

it was because of the nervousness of his

didn't like his personal life being scrutinized by others. So, I c