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Career
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[Wanna Hear a Story About Being a Lookout for My Boss’s Car Sex?]
Wow… I knew it, but being a personal secretary is a really tough job.
I’m so burnt out right now that I cracked open a beer.
The person I serve is an executive. I can’t mention details because it might give him away, but he’s quite famous in the industry for being young and handsome.
Anyway, he’s been seeing this omega lately and is completely head over heels for them.
The problem is that the personal secretary has to follow up on personal schedules like dates outside of work. And of all days, I had to be the driver that day. The atmosphere was good until they had a huge fight in the car? I thought nothing of it until then.
But suddenly, it got quiet. I could hear them making out like crazy in the back. Then he suddenly told me to pull over and get out.
What could I do? If he tells me to do it, I do it.
So, I pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. I was looking at my phone from afar when the car started rocking back and forth. It was obvious what they were doing inside. I still can’t forget that shaking image.
When I got back in the car, the windows were incredibly foggy. And the smell… I really wanted to run away.
I knew personal secretaries saw a lot of dirty stuff, but I never thought I’d experience something like this. I sincerely advise against changing jobs to this.
One-line summary: Please get a room. Why are you doing this when you have so much money…
Hee-won slowly swiped her phone screen. She could only laugh in disbelief.
A post was uploaded on an anonymous platform for office workers in the early hours of the morning, and it was getting a lot of views and comments because of its provocative title.
And for good reason. It wasn’t just simple gossip, but a sex sighting story.
“Who is it? They’re so bold.”
While everyone was guessing the executive’s identity, Hee-won was curious about the author of the post. To display a superior’s flaws on the internet, they must be quite the nutcase.
Although the site is anonymous, you can find out someone’s identity if you really want to. You don’t think so? Secrets are easily revealed in the face of power and money.
In the comments, people were saying that there couldn’t be many people who would do such a thing, and that it was easy to identify who it was, but the unfortunate truth is that this kind of thing is quite common in the secretary world, so it’s impossible to narrow it down.
That’s not to say that the author of the post did well. The person involved would definitely realize it was their own story, and things would already be turned upside down over there.
A secretary must be tight-lipped. It was the most basic of basics.
“Your Americano with an extra shot is ready.”
Just in time, the coffee was ready. Hee-won put her phone away and headed to the counter. Her order was always the same. Americano, extra shot, very hot.
The short-sized paper cup was so hot that it was hard to hold. Hee-won skillfully grabbed two napkins and wrapped them around the part of the lid that touched her lips.
“Enjoy your drink.”
“Thank you.”
After exchanging formal greetings with the cafe employee, she went outside. The time was still 7:20. It was a routine she kept like clockwork from Monday to Friday.
She had only been in the cafe for about five minutes, but the dark sky had already brightened. As she smelled the fragrant coffee along with the fresh air unique to the early morning, she felt that another tough day had begun.
Still, she agreed with one thing in the exposé. Being a personal secretary is a tough job.
After leaving the cafe and turning into the alley, there was a small hill. A large, black sedan was parked in front of the huge wall. As Hee-won walked over, the man who had been close to the car straightened his posture.
“Ms. Kim.”
“Good morning, Mr. Jung.”
Hee-won opened the back door with a light greeting. She lowered the armrest in the center and placed the coffee she had picked up in the holder. Of course, she didn’t forget to closely check the condition of the car.
“Mr. Jung, please turn off the heater and only turn on the seat warmer. The executive director hates dry air.”
“Ah, yes!”
“Please keep the temperature in the car around 24 degrees Celsius. The executive director always drinks coffee on his way to work in the morning. The drink is hot, so please drive as slowly as possible. Oh, and it’s best to answer in short sentences and not engage in unnecessary small talk.”
The driver’s expression noticeably hardened. It was his first day on the job, and he was incredibly nervous about serving a picky boss.
Hee-won’s eyes curved into a smile.
“You seem nervous.”
“Phew, I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”
“I’ll cover for you if you make a mistake, so don’t worry.”
The two stood side by side, looking at the tightly closed gate. Hee-won lifted the sleeve of her suit jacket and checked her watch again.
“Three minutes to go.”
“Does he always come out right on time?”
“Yes. Unchanged for six years.”
Come to think of it, it’s already been six years since she became Kwon Young-jae’s personal secretary. Time really flies.
7:30 a.m. Right on the dot, the gate opened with a thung sound. Kwon Young-jae, the executive director, was revealed through the opening.
The dominant alpha, wrapped in a jet-black suit, looked colder than usual today. He may just look like a handsome face to others, but Kim Hee-won, who had served him for six years, immediately noticed the subtle change in his expression.
He’s in a bad mood.
Hee-won bowed politely, and Executive Director Kwon acknowledged the greeting with a slight nod of his chin. As soon as he took a step, the driver opened the back door. Fortunately, the process of getting into the car went smoothly.
Meanwhile, Hee-won got into the passenger seat. The car was filled with the scent of coffee. The boiling coffee would now be cooled to the perfect temperature to drink.
Hee-won fastened her seat belt and looked at the back seat through the auxiliary mirror. The mirror, only half the size of her palm, clearly reflected Executive Director Kwon’s appearance.
He was just taking a sip of coffee. His slightly furrowed brow still wouldn’t relax. Hee-won took out the phone she had put in her jacket pocket. At the same time as checking her schedule, she also left a short message in the secretary’s group chat.
[Yellow. Be careful]
Executive Director Kwon Young-jae’s mood is divided into 7 stages of the rainbow.
Green is the normal state, red is for when he’s angry, and dark colors are for when he’s feeling down. Of course, Executive Director Kwon has never been depressed. He usually only goes between red, orange, and yellow.
Since Hee-won greets Executive Director Kwon every morning, she is in charge of figuring out his mood in the morning and sharing it. It’s a kind of notification. She confidently asserts that she is the person who understands Kwon Young-jae’s mood the best in the world.
“Executive Director, may I begin the briefing?”
“Let’s do it at the company.”
The answer that came back was cold. It was as if there was a blade in his voice, and even her skin felt prickly.
The driver, uncomfortable with the silence, glanced around and pressed the buttons on the steering wheel. The subtly flowing piano melody increased in volume.
“Turn off the music. Do I have to instruct you on everything?”
As expected, a reprimand flew. He usually listened to classical music just fine, but today it seemed to bother him.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be careful.”
Hee-won apologized instead. When the sound was completely muted, the car became so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.
The driver was completely frozen, staring straight ahead. When he finally stopped at a traffic light, he barely swallowed his saliva and glanced to the side. Kim Hee-won had her eyes lowered and was only moving her thumb. The speed at which she was leaving messages was as fast as typing on a keyboard.
[High possibility of escalating to orange]