10 rules of a Secretary chapter 54

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“Can I request to be assigned to the TF team?”

“Why?”

The CEO looked up, his expression one of exasperation, like a tiger, ears drooping in frustration.

His eyebrows furrowed, and disappointment was evident in his eyes.

I looked at him quietly, my lips twitching.

“You said so yourself the other day, so I naturally thought I’d be transferred.”

“You’re going to put my one and only personal secretary on another team? Or have you found someone to replace Seonyul?”

No.

Who else could tolerate his temperament?

Being a personal secretary meant being on call 24/7.

Normally, it would take two or three people to handle the workload, but I had been managing it all alone.

Simply put, no one would take this job unless they were desperate for money.

“I doubt anyone will take your place for the next 10 years.”

“Then stay by my side. You’re not quitting, and if you join the TF team, you’ll be working weekends too. Isn’t that a problem?”

He grumbled as he brushed his fingers over my wrist, where the watch sat, and then let out a click of disapproval.

I quickly pulled my arm away and pressed down on the spot he had touched, trying to keep a calm expression.

My heart was already pounding, but I had to keep it in check.

“More importantly… my secretary has turned into a cat, and now someone dares to come and talk to me?”

He was referring to the wedding hall incident.

My face flushed with embarrassment, and I bowed my head, only to be startled by his next words.

“Do the ‘meow meow’ again. I found it quite entertaining.”

“…Pardon?”

“Do it again.”

It was something I’d heard before.

Yesterday, in fact.

In his arms at the hotel, the CEO had said something similar:

“Do you want to cry? Meow meow. I actually find it quite enjoyable.”

My heart pounded.

A wave of anxiety washed over me, making my fingertips tremble.

Clenching my hands into fists, my mouth felt parched.

Of course.

How could I have thought otherwise?

Damn it.

Just because I wasn’t wearing a wig didn’t mean he wouldn’t recognize me.

After eight years of working together, there was no way he wouldn’t know who I was, no matter how thick the blindfold had been.

Everything went dark.

The suffocating pressure of debt loomed over me, weighing me down. Eight years—eight years of effort…

I acted on a foolish impulse, a mistake I shouldn’t have made.

Struggling to catch my breath, I glanced towards the window.

A life burdened with so much should at least come with a choice or two, right?

If things go south, I could just jump, I thought as I opened my mouth to speak.

“Over the weekend…”

I stopped there, noticing a faint smile creeping up on CEO Han’s lips.

He looked pleased—no, more than pleased.

And just like that, the frantic beating of my heart began to slow.

If he’d figured out who my fling was, he wouldn’t be sitting here smiling and chatting so calmly.

If anything, he’d be staring at my dead body floating in Incheon’s harbor.

I blinked slowly, gathering my thoughts.

There were two possibilities: either he was pretending not to know, or he genuinely didn’t know.

The former made no sense, and the latter seemed convincing.

Realizing that, the tension in my body gradually eased.

Relaxing my clenched fists, I forced a faint smile.

A mix of relief and disappointment swept over me—disappointment that he didn’t care enough to notice.

Why was I disappointed?

I should’ve felt relieved, not let down.

At the same time, I felt like a magical girl from a children’s show.

Watching it as a kid, I never understood how people couldn’t recognize the protagonist just because she changed her outfit.

But now that I was in that position, I didn’t find it funny at all.

My boss couldn’t recognize me—or maybe, in this case, it was a cognitive impairment.

“I became human again over the weekend. Didn’t you know? It’s a magic spell that wears off once all the alcohol is gone.”

His expression noticeably twisted.

CEO Han, who had been on the verge of saying something, let out a deep sigh, followed by a quiet curse.

“So that’s how you want to play it…”

He muttered something under his breath, barely audible, like a man worn down by life, before rubbing his face tiredly and responding.

“Whoever cast that spell on you, you’re using it well. I bet next time you drink, you’ll turn into another animal?”

“I’ll be a quokka next time.” (TL: A quokka is a small marsupial native to Australia)

“Quokkas come with a smile and a fine.”

“That means next time I drink, you’ll get fined if you touch me.”

It was a small act of rebellion against him, the man who had dragged me around at that wedding by the scruff of my neck.

I was literally dragged, neck gripped tightly in his hand.

It was a good thing we didn’t get caught by the groom’s side, or things could’ve gotten much more complicated.

“I’ll have the week’s schedule organized and sent over.”

I bowed slightly and was about to leave when his voice stopped me.

“About that model…”

“…Yes?”

CEO Han gestured with his finger for me to come closer.

Reluctantly, I stood in front of him as he stared at my fingers, as if inspecting each one.

“He’s cute, with the way he purrs and acts all sweet.”

“…Who?”

Who was purring?

That wasn’t me—it was him.

It was this man, not me!

I started to protest, but quickly clamped my mouth shut.

My composure was slipping fast.

What happened at night shouldn’t be creeping into my daily life.

“…I see.”

As my fingers twitched, CEO Han raised his head and looked me in the eye, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“Every moment I see him, I feel happy and loved.”

“…Is that so.”

“Beautiful, lovable…”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled gently, directly at me.

“Tasty… and sexy.”

Even though that smile wasn’t meant for me, it still hit me hard.

So, that’s it—the model matters more than I do after all these eight years.

The thought twisted my insides.

I pulled my arm back and replied as calmly as I could, suppressing the surge of annoyance.

“…I’ll send over the schedule.”

I left his office in a hurry and rushed straight to the restroom.

Inside a stall, I sat on the toilet, locked the door, and screamed silently.

My face burned as if it was about to melt off.

Even without looking in the mirror, I could imagine how red my face had become.

‘You ate well, so what comes out will taste sweet, too.’

“Ugh, damn…”

He kept saying how sweet everything would be because of the strawberries, and true to his word, CEO Han devoured my cock and swallowed my cum.

Honestly, I thought he was insane.

The sight of the white liquid contrasting with his red mouth was disturbingly erotic. A

s if to erase every last trace, he licked me clean with his tongue and bit into every inch of my body afterward.

It was embarrassing enough to have bruises all over my stomach, back, and shoulders, but now, even the parts of my skin that touched the inside of my vest and shirt hurt constantly.

The pain made me wince every time I moved.

Never in my life had I imagined that someone would chew on my body like that, let alone take my cock in their mouth and play with it.

The memory was seared into my mind, impossible to forget.

It was excruciating.

I kept slapping my cheeks, muttering to myself to snap out of it.

“This is so fucked…”

Even now, I couldn’t stop thinking about CEO Han’s massive dick, the way it had pressed into me, and his arms crushing me as he gripped my ass firmly…

I scrubbed my face with my hands, unable to shake the memories. I couldn’t even curse freely anymore.

To forget his voice calling me pretty all night would take every ounce of effort I had.

But no matter how hard I tried, the blush on my cheeks wouldn’t fade.

As I absentmindedly touched my face, I recalled his words from last night, about how it didn’t matter if I was an omega or a beta.

A dry laugh escaped my lips.

“Yeah, right… That couldn’t be true.”

Those words weren’t meant for me, but for his fling.

Not me, but for that one-night partner of his.

What was the difference between me and that fling that made him unable to tell us apart?

Not that it would’ve been better if he had figured it out, but being part of this made my heart feel strange.

‘And who puts this much effort into someone they don’t care about?’

Han Doha, the man doting on his fling.