At work, my name is almost nonexistent. "Miss Go." "Yumi." "Hey." The name Koyumi, given to me by my parents with the hope that it would be unique, has been split and split until it has finally become…… "Hey." a name with no lineage. I imagine going up to my desk dozens of times a day to throw in my resignation, but the reason I keep failing is the slim hope that I might be converted to a full-time employee, and…… "Employee Yumi." It's because of Manager Na Hee-joo, who never calls me in a way that belittles me. One day, she called me. "You're coming to the company dinner, right?" "Me?" Why is she asking a contract employee to join the company dinner? What is her intention? That day, I shouldn't have gone to the dinner. No, I was glad I went.