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“You said you need some items for the siege battle, right? Isn’t that why you’re selling the new product?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah… I guess?”
His answers kept coming back as questions.
My mind was already a mess, and Chiyeon’s lukewarm attitude was getting on my nerves, so I unknowingly snapped at her.
“You do need it, don’t you? Besides, you put a lot of effort into preparing this underwear. Let’s just take this last shot. We didn’t finish it last time. We can keep it a secret from the CEO… just say it was taken before the contract.”
“Oh… no, it’s fine. But are you going to sign the contract?”
I ran my hand through my hair and let out a deep sigh, rubbing my face repeatedly. My stomach stung.
Taking out some stomach medicine from my jacket pocket, I chewed on it like a snack and then, seeing the beer can in Chiyeon’s hand, I shot up from my seat, only to stomp my foot in frustration.
‘Here, it’s swollen.’
“Damn it…”
‘It’s narrow and hot… but soft inside.’
“Damn it…”
I silently mouthed a scream. As I took a step back,
I barely avoided falling backward by grabbing the kitchen table that bumped into me.
Half-covering my face with my arm, I bit down hard on my lip and stammered.
“I’ll do it. I’ll do it, but…”
“Oh… really?”
“It’s only for six months, right? I’ve survived eight years under the CEO, so what’s six months? Besides, I’ve already stripped in front of you, so what’s the difference? It’s still in front of a camera. What’s the difference…”
This is just about the money. It’s not because of the CEO.
After all, being an Omega, it’s something I’d have to go through at least once. It’s better with someone I know than begging some unknown Alpha.
Of course, the fact that it’s with my superior is a crappy part, but as long as the CEO doesn’t find out, it’s fine. He mustn’t know.
If he does, I’ll have to drown myself in a dish of water. Or maybe break through a window and jump out.
“Chiyeon.”
“…What?”
“How many floors does one have to fall from to log out of this life?”
“Hmm… you’d need to fall from at least the 20th floor…”
Thank goodness.
the CEO’s office is on the 32nd floor.
I used to curse every morning about how unnecessarily high his office was, but now I realize it was a grand plan for my future.
If I get caught, I’ll break the window and jump. I made a solemn vow to myself, over and over again.
“I’ll do it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I’ll do it.”
Resolutely, I took a deep breath.
Then, Chiyeon clapped her hands and smiled brightly. There was only one reason she smiled like that—when she made money.
“Thank goodness!”
“So, when are you going to take the remaining photos?”
“Oh… don’t worry about it. Just focus on what you need to do.”
“…Don’t you need money?”
“It’s okay. I… I got the item.”
Where did you get the money from?
As far as I knew, the item in question was unnecessarily expensive and a consumable at that.
Not even a permanent item, just a one-time use item.
No matter how much Chiyeon was the daughter of a landlord and the owner of a decent online lingerie shop, most of his money was spent on gaming, leaving him broke.
There’s no way I wouldn’t know about Chiyeon’s financial situation since we live together.
“Where did you get the money?”
“My dad helped.”
But I remember his father saying he’d cut up the credit card if she spent money on games.
What nonsense is this?
I stared at Chiyeon, who took another sip of beer and then giggled.
“What are you talking about? Are you drunk after just two sips of beer?”
I looked at the beer in Chiyeon’s hand. It was just barley water with only 5% alcohol content, so it seemed ridiculous that she was already tipsy.
I didn’t think she was a lightweight… Before I could even question it, she took another sip and suddenly stood up.
“You said you’d do it, so that’s that. I’m going to play the game. We don’t need to take any more photos for now!”
Chiyeon said what she wanted and hurriedly went back to her room, furiously pounding on the keyboard. The sound was so intense that it could be felt through the door.
Left alone in the living room, I looked around aimlessly and rubbed my face again. It was because of the damn memories that kept surfacing whenever I tried to forget.
“It’s just because of the heat cycle. It’s just the heat…”
Muttering to myself as if in a trance, I stumbled into my room. Burrowing into the bed, I picked up my phone and, just in case, searched for Chiyeon’s shop.
“…Did the business fail?”
Chiyeon’s online shop, which sold rather embarrassing underwear, had a surprisingly simple template. The main page cleanly displayed only the products and their prices.
As I awkwardly scrolled through, I noticed that everything was sold out. Even the notice stated that there would be no restocking for a while.
But there was one problem. The main page originally featured the concept photos I had modeled for, but now I couldn’t find those photos anywhere on the website.
Even the detailed product shots had replaced my model cuts with plain product images. As I slowly looked through Chiyeon’s shop, I mumbled in frustration.
“Did she sell everything just to play games…?”
She’s a grown adult, so I’m sure she can manage, but I couldn’t help but worry. I debated whether to bring it up for a long time but decided against it. I hated telling others what to do.
For how hectic Monday was, the rest of the week up until Friday was unusually quiet.
The chairman, the CEO, and even Vice President Han’s side were all so quiet that I wondered if this was the calm before the storm.
I needed to be busy, preparing to take over the museum, but the company was too quiet.
the CEO was just handling his usual work and didn’t give me any special instructions.
I was so uneasy that I cautiously asked, but his response was ordinary.
‘It’s being handled.’
What’s being handled?
I can’t see anything happening. I even checked to see if a task force had been formed, but there was no sign of that either.
The company was operating as usual, but that was what felt off—it was too normal.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at the CEO’s schedule. There was a meeting in the afternoon, and it was related to the House of Sharing.
Since it was almost wrapped up, once construction began, we just had to manage the site. I even checked the schedules of the CEO’s network to see if there were any unscheduled parties, but nothing stood out.
Yet, something felt wrong. It was like the whole world was ostracizing me.
“Something’s off…”
I tapped my fingers on the tablet a few times and frowned at the empty schedule. Something was definitely wrong.
Unable to hold back any longer, I stood up abruptly. Some of the secretaries glanced at me, but quickly returned to their work, eager to leave on time for the weekend.
With a determined expression, I walked briskly. From Tuesday to today, Friday, I could count on my fingers the number of times I’d seen the CEO.
Normally, I’d see him more than ten times a day, so this was unusual.
But then again, it wasn’t so strange that I could complain. The CEO had been extremely busy all week, dealing more with the marketing, construction, or design teams than with me. He even excluded me from meetings.
Thanks to that, I’d had a week of leaving work on time and enjoying peaceful evenings, but it didn’t sit right with me. This felt like workplace bullying, didn’t it?
As I left the secretarial office, Assistant Kang and Assistant Yoon tilted their heads slightly in greeting. I nodded back and opened the door to the CEO’s office.
“CEO.”
The CEO, buried under a pile of documents, looked up briefly at me before returning to his work. I quickly closed the door and approached him, hesitating before speaking.
“I came to see if you needed anything.”
“No, go back.”
“…Really?”
After saying that, CEO Han finally looked away from his computer and at me. He also removed his hands from the keyboard he had been holding.
Leaning comfortably against the plush chair he had replaced last week, he asked with a puzzled expression:
“If there’s no work, wouldn’t it be better for Secretary Seonyul?”
“I’m wondering if it’s so empty that I might as well head home now.”
“Let’s go together.”
In eight years, hearing such a thing on a Friday night was a first. For a moment, I stared at CEO Han, questioning whether I had heard him correctly.
It seemed his offer to go together was genuine, as he started organizing the documents he had been looking at and stood up.
Reacting quickly, I grabbed the jacket hanging on one side and slightly adjusted it for him. As CEO Han approached and put on the jacket, I stood in front of him.
I smoothed out the creases and adjusted his tie, making sure his appearance was in order.
“Secretary Seonyul.”
The only title he used to address me was Secretary Seonyul. There was nothing particularly special about it compared to how others addressed me.
However, it wasn’t my name. Over eight years, he had called me by my name exactly three times. The first was when I started working as his secretary.
At that time, it was more about reading my resume than actually calling me by name.
The second time was on a Monday afternoon, when I had been annoying him about various issues, and the last time was now.
He never used my name except for Cha Chiyeon, which had now become awkward. I briefly lowered my head and then looked up again. For a moment, I wondered if I had somehow irritated him.
“……Yes.”
“Close your eyes.”
Fortunately, it didn’t seem to be anything troubling. I obediently closed my eyes as he gently traced my cheek with his fingertips.
He then lightly brushed around my eyes, slowly caressing each eyelash as if examining its texture. My eyelids started to flutter, and my lips involuntarily twitched.
Just as I was about to say something, he came closer. I heard the rustling of fabric and felt his breath settle on my cheek.
A gentle breeze brushed against my skin, then was gone.
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