My Dad is Too Strong-Chapter 63
Vroooom.
At 2 PM on a peaceful Saturday afternoon, a large chartered bus was cruising down the highway. Inside, over twenty people were drinking soju and beer while a karaoke machine played songs.
Cheol-Soo stood with a necktie wrapped around his forehead, singing a trot song. “Ohh, my beloved♪”
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
The crowd clapped along, some shaking tambourines. Others weaved through the narrow bus aisles, passing around the liquor.
“Here, Do-Jun, have a drink, ohoho.” Lee Yeon-Hee handed Do-Jun a paper cup and filled it about one-third of the way with soju.
She was a woman in her mid-thirties, a fellow employee from the Fissure Management Division on the administration team. She was passing out drinks and setting the party atmosphere.
Do-Jun lightly downed the soju and returned the paper cup.
“Hunter Ye-Ji, would you also like a drink... Oh, she’s asleep.” Lee Yeon-Hee chuckled awkwardly as she moved further down the bus after realizing Ye-Ji had already dozed off in the seat next to Do-Jun.
“Mmm... Mr. Administrator… Hehe.”
Do-Jun stared indifferently at Ye-Ji, who was sleeping so soundly that not even a bomb going off could wake her up. More precisely, he stared at the damp patch on his shirt’s shoulder, soaked by the drool trickling from her mouth.
Do-Jun recalled what had happened a few days ago.
***
Earlier in the week, on Wednesday, at the office of Seoul City Hall’s Fissure Management Division, Cheol-Soo’s loud voice echoed through the otherwise quiet office. “What do you mean you’re canceling? But we’ve already paid?!”
Do-Jun paused his work on the Excel sheet to listen to the conversation. If he concentrated, he could make out the faint voice coming from the other end of the receiver.
—I sincerely apologize, sir. It seems our staff made a mistake and overlooked the pre-existing reservation. We will issue a full refund immediately. Again, we are deeply sorry.
“You’ve ruined our plans! Do you think just a refund will be enough? It’s too late to find another place now. What are you going to do about this?”
—W-we’re truly sorry. We sincerely apologize.
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“You can forget about your apology. We’ll be staying at your place, which we reserved, on the scheduled date as planned. Goodbye.”
—W-wait, sir!
Without hesitation, Cheol-Soo slammed the receiver down with a heavy sigh.
The upcoming trip was an overnight retreat for the Fissure Management Division staff, scheduled as part of an Advanced Site Tour in April. But now, the accommodation they booked in mid-March was trying to cancel at the last minute.
Do-Jun quickly searched for the tour announcement document to find the address of the previously reserved lodging and found it was near Mongdol Beach on Geoje Island.
Searching Resorts near Mongdol Beach, he filtered out the spacious-looking ones from the preview images and began making calls.
“Hello, I’d like to make a reservation for April 6th. Would you be able to accommodate twenty people?”
—Oh, you should have called much earlier. You would need four rooms, but we’re fully booked this Saturday. I’m sure other places are the same.
“All right, thank you.”
