IN THE PARKING LOT – 8:55 A.M.
I screeched into the underground parking like I was auditioning for Fast & Furious: Seoul Drift.
Tires cried.
Pigeons flew.
A traffic cone may have died.
I parked diagonally across two and a half slots, unbothered. Who had time for alignment when their career was on the verge of spontaneous combustion?
I jumped out of the car—heels clicking, hair frizzing from sheer panic and—
oh no
"Miss Kim?"
No.
Not now.
Not him.
I turned in slow motion, my heart screaming into a pillow.
Mr. Jo.
The Head of Team 1.
The walking rom-com main lead.
The reason half the office wore makeup on Zoom.
Mr. Elevator Proposal Fantasy himself.
"You're early today," he smiled.
His dimples smiled too. Betrayal.
"Haha, new day, new me," I chirped like a pathological liar cosplaying optimism.
BUZZ BUZZ.
I peeked at my phone like a thief checking a security cam.
8:55 A.M.
ESCORT MR. JEON AT THE ENTRANCE – 9:00 A.M.
My soul LEFT the chat.
"Nice seeing you, gotta run now bye—!"
I bolted.
Ran like a tax fraud escaping prosecution.
8:59 A.M. – BUILDING ENTRANCE
I SKIDDED into the lobby like a Walmart shopping cart with a broken wheel.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted.
Once a lively gossip bazaar, the lobby transformed into a silent K-drama horror set.
Receptionist?
Frozen mid-blink.
Interns?
Vanished into thin air.
Even the vending machine short-circuited and shut itself down like it sensed danger.
A wind blew from nowhere. Papers flew like cherry blossoms in a tragic spring scene.
And then—
HE arrived.
A black SUV rolled up like it was auditioning for Batman Begins.
Fog.
Thunder.
A crow literally cawed and dropped dead.
Every light flickered like it owed Mr. Jeon money.
The car door opened.
Cue slow-motion.
Out stepped Mr. Jeon.
Hair glistening, wearing a black suit sharper than his attitude.
Camera panned from his shiny shoes, up his perfect pants, to that annoyingly good-looking face.
He didn't speak.
Didn't blink.
Just tossed me his keys without so much as looking in my peasant direction.
I caught them mid-air like a circus seal who moonlights as a ninja.
"Good morning, Mr. Jeon," I bowed, mentally Googling how to fake your death and move to Bhutan.
He side-eyed me.
Not a normal side-eye.
It was a weaponized, soul-slicing, freeze-your-ovaries glare.
Then—
He ran his hand through his hair.
Was this a L'Oréal ad?
A shampoo slow-mo with dramatic violin soundtrack?
A bird hit the window and fainted.
Mr. Jeon walked off like a mafia prince who just burned down an orphanage because someone sneezed near him.
The silence was LOUD.
I followed, still fake-smiling while plotting his dramatic downfall in my head.
Then tossed the keys to the driver like I was in Devil Wears Prada: Seoul Version.
He had a personal driver.
Just to park his own car.
He handed me the keys just for the ✨drama✨.
What. A. Psycho.
Jeon Jaehyuk, age approx 29, is the enigmatic and ruthless CEO of JEON Corp, one of the most powerful conglomerates in Asia. With his chiseled jawline, piercing onyx eyes, and sleek black hair always perfectly styled, Mr Jeon is the definition of intimidatingly handsome—but not in a way that invites affection. His presence alone is enough to silence an entire floor.
Mr Jeon is notorious for his cold demeanor and iron-clad discipline. In the five years since he took the helm of the company, he's won "CEO of the Year" five consecutive times, thanks to his unmatched business acumen, flawless decision-making, and unforgiving leadership style. His office is like a courtroom—orderly, sharp, and merciless.
He has zero tolerance for unprofessionalism, having fired over 17 employees in a single month, 15 of them women who dared to flirt with him. At JEON Corp, no one dares cross the line between personal and professional—not unless they want to be jobless before lunch. Rumors say even senior managers triple-check their work before stepping into his office. The HR department has a special file just labeled: CEO Casualties.
Mr Jeon doesn't believe in mixing feelings with work. Emotions are distractions, and in his world, there's no room for them. No one knows much about his personal life. No scandals. No flings. No weaknesses. Just power, discipline, and results.
Oh. Right. I haven't introduced myself, have I? The protagonist of this story the great Mira Kim.
If you're looking for a graceful, put-together woman who wakes up at 5 a.m., drinks green tea, and meditates before conquering the corporate world—
Hi. That's not me.
I'm the executive assistant to the scariest CEO in the Eastern Hemisphere, and no, that is not an exaggeration.
My boss? Jeon Jaehyuk.
Nicknamed "The Ice King".
I call him "My Daily Horror Film".
He doesn't talk much, but when he does, my soul leaves my body to file a complaint with HR in the afterlife.
Let's get one thing straight:
I did not dream of becoming a glorified human calendar with anxiety issues.
But here I am—surviving meetings, dodging passive-aggressive memos, and fetching oat milk lattes like my life depends on it.
(Which it often does.)
Strengths?
• Fast typer (especially when I'm trash-talking on Slack).
• Excellent at fake smiling— academy award winning levels.
• Can cry silently in the office bathroom and return with perfect eyeliner.
• Intuitive sense of when my boss is about to explode (some call it trauma, I call it talent).
• Knows every single vending machine in the building like the back of my trembling hand.
Weaknesses?
• Jeon Jaehyuk.
• Jeon Jaehyuk.
• Did I mention JEON. JAEHYUK?
(The man gives "chokehold" a whole new meaning and not in a fun way.)
Current Job Responsibilities:
• Scheduling meetings that could've been emails
• Translating Mr. Jeon's one-word texts into actual human sentences
• Bowing 76 times a day
• Running on caffeine, fear, and the occasional delusion that things will get better
Life Goal:
To not die in this job.
Or at least not die embarrassingly.
(Okay fine, I also want to become mysteriously rich, disappear to Paris, and live in a penthouse with a balcony and a French bulldog named Croissant. But I digress.)
Daily Affirmation:
I am doing amazing sweetie.
My hair is frizzy but my spirit is ✨fractured✨.
But at least I haven't been fired…
Yet.
Praise the lord..