Jugglers (저글러스)

- Come out! - It's a misunderstanding.

- Please, let go. - Give me a break.

All you do is lie. How can I believe you?

What? You went to a hotel with your boyfriend?

You broke up last month. I looked into it.

How dare you lie?

Ma'am. That's not it.

- Please listen... - You got him...

a new phone so that I can't track him.

That's because Mr. Bong...

I searched everywhere and found that phone.

There was only one number saved in that phone.

Who do you think that was?

Darn it!

It's you. What?

Do you have a side job at Dasan Call Center?

- No. - Are you his call girl?

- No. - How dare you...

- try to steal my husband? - That hurts!

That hurts!

That hurts!

"Must I do even this for my boss?"

At times, I ask myself that.

Every time, I convince myself,

"It's because he trusts me."

"That's why he entrusts me with a task like this."

I tell myself that.

But the reward for that foolish loyalty...

is always...

unpredictable.

(Don't touch! I'll kill anyone who steals!)

(A Shoe Without Its Match Should Be Thrown Away)

"Day off"?

The phone has been turned off.

Please leave a message...

Mr. Bong. Are you not coming to work today?

I didn't hear from you about that.

(Mr. Bong. Are you not coming to work today?)

I think your wife has the wrong idea about us,

so we'll need to explain.

9am.

New assistants training.

Fine. Next.

Next is to create a broadcast to improve...

the group's image.

Let's just skip to the plan.

Pardon? The plan?

The plan is...

The... The plan is...

to produce an internal broadcast...

and tie it to the TV campaign later on...

That's stale. Next.

It's stale?

Next is the college advertisement awards.

We'll film a promotional...

That's for the advertising department to do.

That sure is.

Next is YB's new product that...

Stop milking that. Next.

- Next is a refrigerator. - Next.

Cell phones were held to your ear before...

- Next. - You couldn't know this.

- YB Life Insurance... - Next.

Next.

Next up is...

Thank you.

I'm so hot.

- Aren't you hot? - Look.

Yes?

Sir.

- No more presentations. - Pardon?

Don't waste time drawing and making slideshows.

Write down just the content...

to fit on a single A4 sheet,

and email it to me from now on.

I'll return this afternoon after my conference.

If there's anything to add,

email that to me as well.

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

Does that mean we won't have meetings anymore,

just reports?

What choice do we have?

He doesn't want in-person reports, just by email.

In this age of communication?

You won't just let him do that, will you, sir?

What will you do?

This is all because...

he doesn't have an assistant.

An assistant...

figures out how the boss is feeling that day...

- and tips the employees. - That's right.

When a good time to request approvals is.

What we should be careful about.

But look.

We lack that messenger in the middle.

In other words,

there's no joint between the bones. What happens?

- It hurts. - It hurts.

It creaks.

Sir.

Have you still not figured him out?

Even if he gets the best assistant on earth,

he'll chop off their limbs and cover their...

eyes and mouths and render them useless.

(Qualifications of an assistant)

Pretending not to know even when you do.

Pretending not to see.

Pretending not to hear.

In other words,

you need to tell yourself to be a smart idiot.

Especially...

Like you don't have a mouth.

You must remain silent.

For example,

in the ancient times, when the master died,

the assistant died...

(An Assistant With a Crush on Her Boss)

(She acted like his office wife.)

(Married man. Office wife. Boss' mistress)

That post is not true.

I've never once thought of him as a man.

- I'm being framed. - Sure.

You can ask Mr. Bong. He'll clear it up.

Ms. Jwa.

The company is not a court...

that argues wrong or right and uncovers the truth.

You should take some time off...

until you hear otherwise from HR.

Why should I do that?

I did nothing wrong.

Why must I take time off?

Why must I be treated this way?

As you must know,

Mr. Bong is up for a promotion right now.

He's been chosen to be the senior MD...

of the chairman's secretary staff.

You should know better.

Then...

what about me?

What...

happens to me?

We'll say you're awaiting assignment...

until the reassignments are done.

The phone has been turned off.

Please leave a message after the tone.

There will be charges after the beep.

I'll join the chairman's secretary staff first...

and find you a spot there.

(I'll join the chairman's secretary staff first,)

We can't both die.

Thanks for everything until now.

(Thanks for everything until now.)

Thanks?

Thanks.

Bye, Yoon Yi.

We'll see you again, right?

Take care of yourself.

Yoon Yi.

Isn't this yours?

(An Assistant With a Crush on Her Boss)

I'll finalize it like this.

Okay.

Enjoy your dinner.

- Go. - Okay.

- Hi, honey. - Hey.

I don't think this will work.

What then? I don't have time.

Just a minute.

Hurry.

Are you done?

Mr. Bong.

There's a step. Be careful.

- Okay. - One.

Two.

This is an anti-hangover drink.

Make sure he drinks it when he gets home, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello? Daughter?

Yes.

What is it? Are you in a meeting?

No. What's up?

I was wondering what time you're arriving...

so that I can pick you up.

- What? - Don't tell me...

you forgot.

Are you kidding me right now?

How could you forget your dad's memorial?

For three consecutive years?

Darn it.

You look after your boss, his wife, kids, cousins,

even his dog, but you can't remember...

your dead father's memorial?

You ungrateful child!

Mom. That's not it.

Listen to me.

Does the company award you for doing that?

Do they give you a big raise?

What's the point in living with your phone...