The next day, as Jaye made her way to the thirteenth floor, greeting everyone she passed, she noticed a strange atmosphere. When she made it to her floor, it got even weirder, as she noticed people staring, smiling, and whispering.

Finally making it to her desk, she spotted Seungyoon, one of the Running Man writers, smiling but avoiding eye contact.

“Wae oo-soh?” she asked her colleague, suspicious of everyone around her. Why are you smiling?

“Hm,” she replied, shrugging, that annoying smile still on her face.

“Koh-ji-mal,” Jaye said. Lies.

“Mal-hal su eohb-ta,” Seungyoon vaguely replied. I can’t say.

Before Jaye could say anything else, someone called her name.

“Neh?” she cried as she turned her head. Yes?

Spotting Taek PD motioning with his hand to come to him, Jaye gave Seungyoon a glare and then made her way over to his office.

“Neh PD-nim?” Yes PD? (“nim” is a form of respect)

“An-ja-ba.” Sit down.

She sat.

“Dhang-shi-neun da-eum Running Man chalyeong-ae-iss-seul-koh-ya,” he said. You’ll be in the next Running Man filming.

“Okay,” she replied.

There was a pause.

“Da-reun mong-gah isseoyo?” Is there something else?

Taek PD shook his head.

“Okay…Keun-yang na-ae-gae email boh-nae-ha-ji ahn-heh-seo-yo?” Why didn’t you just email me?

He thought about his answer for a moment before saying, “Teuk-byol-han episodeu-iss-seul-kae…Nohl-l