Marry a billionaire

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is South Korea-you're expected to have 3 to 4 years of relevant work experience before you graduate and ideally before the age of 23. Yes, you heard that right. Twenty. Three. She used to think that was just a rumor spread by career counselors to scare students into internships. But no-such perfection actually exists here. In South Korea, there are people who graduate early, speak three languages, interned at their uncle's tech startup at age 16, and have a coffee blog with 50K followers. Meanwhile, Yujin had mastered the art of scanning ramen cups with speed and surviving off three hours of sleep. The truth was clear now: the "convenience" in her convenience store job was a scam. Then came the day everything changed perspective. Yujin sat in a modest conference room, a plastic water bottle sweating beside her, the air conditioner humming with more confidence than she had. Her heart was steady-too steady, actually. That eerie kind of calm people get right before they decide to abandon society and live in the mountains. Underneath? A bubbling frustration she had mastered the art of disguising. Across from her sat two HR reps: one older man with sharp glasses and an even sharper tone, the kind of guy who probably filed his nails with employee evaluations. The second? A younger man, nerdy-looking, oversized frames, and the kind of soft energy that said, "My favorite emoji is (≧◡≦) The older one, who clearly hadn't smiled since 2003, launched the assault. "So," he said, scanning her resume like it had personally insulted him, "this part-time convenience store job. Is this... all?" Yujin blinked. "Yes, sir. I worked there while studying full-time. Managed shifts, inventory, customer complaints-" "You could have started earlier," he cut in. ""Planned better." "Right," she nodded politely. "I guess I should've... but that's exactly why I want to start here, with this company." She added a smile this time-teeth visible, charm dialed up to maybe-this-will-save-me. The old man responded with that classic HR smile-the one that politely said, "We bo