When I arrive in Mr. Jeon's office, he is already sitting in his chair. Piles of sheets are scattered on his table, but they are so neatly arranged that you would probably find directly what you are looking for with one look.

This is my first time in this room and to be honest, I'm pretty excited. It feels like a present because not everyone has the opportunity to enter the room as Mr. Jeon has strict rules. The only time you might be called into his office is either you're his secretary or you get fired. And I hope so much that it won't be the second one for me.

I love my job and I can't imagine working anywhere else. I've been hired here for five years and I've always done my job well. God, I can already feel my palms starting to sweat.

The room is spacious and large, just as you would expect from a CEO. The only thing that strikes me is that there is no sign of personal possessions. No decorations, no pictures.

The windows are floor to ceiling, as in the rest of the building, and his desk is right in front of it, providing him with plenty of natural light. Two chairs in front of his table probably allow his occasional visitors a place to sit. Against one wall of the room is a two-seater sofa of dark brown leather with a small coffee table in front of it.

I walk with cautious steps in Mr. Jeon's direction, but he pays no attention as if he has forgotten that he called me into his office. Perhaps, he is so concentrated on his work that he does not sense my presence.

He signs one file after another and I wonder how he manages to put his signature in the right place so quickly and neatly.

I link my hands and clear my throat. "Um, Mr. Jeon?"

He stops to sign the papers for a moment but then continues again without looking up at me. I wonder if I accidentally broke his concentration and if I should wait in silence until he addresses me.

He lets out a breath before gathering the papers in front of him into a neat stack and placing the next stack in front of him. "I need a meeting with Stan & Co. It's convenient for me this week Friday. If not, tell them I can do Wednesday at eleven next week. Also, the photoshoot with Vogue needs to be postponed. Probably by a week."

I nod to each of the things he says sequentially as if shot out of a gun. I know Stan & Co. We worked together many times in the past when our company was having financial problems. They became our sponsor and in return, we designed the billboards for their golf equipment company.

But I'm not sure why Mr. Jeon is telling me this of all people.

I blink. He's still not looking at me. "With all due respect, sir. Why are you telling me all this?"

"Ms. Crawford will not be working with us from now on," he says. Poor Tiffany, I wonder if she's still sitting outside the door crying. "I need someone to do these things for me because my schedule is hectic. I don't want any delays."

"I understand." I nod, scrunching up my face. "But why me? I don't have experience with any of this because I work on the creative team."

"You were the first one I saw when I came out of the room." he sighs as his hand still smoothly glides over all the sheets.

He stops, picks up the next stack, signs them. It seems like piecework, and I'm not sure I'd enjoy it as a CEO. I'm happy with my job as a creative team member. Well, now somehow also as a secretary? Assistant?

I'm so confused. And I'm already stressing myself out just thinking about the fact that I have a thousand other things to do. I have to send in my ideas for the next project, I have to finish April's half of the presentation, and now this.

"I don't think I'm qualified for this, Mr. Jeon. I think you should find someone else," I say carefully.

And that's when he lifts his eyes from the papers for the first time.

His head is still kind of bent down, but his eyes pierce me with an intensity I've never seen in his eyes before. Well, I can't say I've had many encounters with him because he spends most of his time sitting in his office.

In the company, of the two CEOs, he is not really the one that is liked more. Almost everyone complains that he never says hello when he walks by someone. He is usually in the company before all the employees, so there is not really a chance to say good morning to him.

In the evening he leaves the company after most of the people are already at home in bed so there is not much time left to talk to him at all. In meetings, he usually sits at the far end of the ten-foot table and doesn't talk much.

Now that he's staring at me like that I'm afraid he's considering sending me on my way with Tiffany. His name tag shines gold, almost mockingly blinding me. I shift my weight to both feet because the aura he's emitting right now makes me feel small.

And it's not even that he's rude or unkind. It is his nature and many have come to accept him that way. He always talks very calmly, his voice not laced with much emotion.

"I don't have time for that," he says after looking at me with one eyebrow raised for a full minute. "You'll have to make it work. Don't worry, you'll be paid accordingly."

I think of what Megan told me earlier at lunch. Her words echo in my head.

"No."

"No?" he repeats.

It's the moment as he leans back in his chair that I know I've probably passed my own death sentence. Someone will probably be waiting for me outside with a guillotine.

Why did Megan have to tell me all this today of all days, and where the hell did I get the courage to tell The Annihilator no?

I start to panic. "I mean yes. No as in 'no, it's no big deal. Of course, I'll do it'."

I laugh awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other as I give him my thumb up. He stares at me, then at my hand, then back at me, but his expression doesn't change a bit. Instead, he plays around with the pen in his hand, his elbow resting on the table.

"Good, I'll expect a summary at the end of the day as well." he continues in his usual deep voice. "I'll let Tonny Brown on the tech team know to forward the calls to your phone for me so you don't get sidetracked from your actual work. You can then forward them on to me if it's important."

"Yes, sir," I nod quickly. I hope he didn't notice anything suspicious about what I pulled a minute ago. I still stand in my spot until he turns his gaze back to me.

"You can go back to work." He informs as if it's the obvious. But how am I supposed to know when I'm dismissed?

"Oh, of course. Thank you." I bow my head a little, even though he's not even paying attention to me anymore, and take quick steps to the door.

It's not until then that I can breathe properly, once I've closed the door behind me and stepped into the hallway. I notice that Tiffany's table has already been cleared and Megan seems to have gone back to her seat as well.

How am I going to get all this work done, I think as I try to walk back to my desk with my shoulders slumped. It's not like I can say no to my boss and I wish nothing more than to have said no to April before. But now I can't do that either because her niece is sick and that's not something I can bring myself to do.

Just as I'm about to walk around the corner, lost in thought, I bump into something hard. My forehead comes into contact with a shoulder and I feel my brain cells die. I rub my head and when I lift my gaze, Mr. Park is standing in front of me.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Mr. Park," I quickly apologize. "I didn't look where I was going."

"No, it's okay. I was the one who was distracted." He laughs, pointing to the phone in his hand. "You hit your head. Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart.

Stop saying things like that, Mr. Park. I'm a delusional woman and my heart is weak.

"I'm fine." I smile and he nods kindly. Well, it's not out of line to say that Mr. Park and Mr. Jeon are two completely different personalities.

"I'm glad to hear that." he smiles back and I have to pull myself together not to stare. "Have you been to Jungkook's office?"

I snap out of my weird stare. "Oh, yes. He's in there."

"Not in a good mood our lion?" he winks and I chuckle.

"I'm not sure, but he fired his secretary, Tiffany, so..."

Mr. Park rolls his eyes and pats me on the shoulder before excusing himself and making his way to Mr. Jeon's office. I stand still until he disappears behind the door and then finally get ready to go to my desk to work off the heavy weight of paperwork.

I'm honestly not sure how I'm going to manage and although I always offer my help to everyone, I'm usually the one who ends up needing help.

It's not like I've ever turned in a job late or drowned under a pile of papers. Fortunately, most things get done within a couple of hours and I have no problem working overtime.

Back at my seat, I hear the rapid typing on the keyboard coming from Megan. With my approaching footsteps, she lifts her head and then rolls her wheelchair over to me after I sit down on my own.

"Did Tiffany go home?" I ask, logging into my computer.

"Probably," Megan replies. "I went back to my desk after Mr. Jeon called you into his office."

"You left her crying alone while packing?" I ask, giving her a quick glance. I sigh as my computer tells me the password is wrong. I make sure Megan isn't looking at my keyboard as I type slowly this time.

"Well, obviously." she shrugs, "I'm not getting paid for that."

I laugh and open the program with the file I was last working on before lunch. Megan is still sitting next to me, staring at the side of my face.

"What did Mr. Jeon want from you?" she asks, resting her elbow on my desk.

I turn to her. "He wanted me to schedule some meetings for him. Nothing big," I explain. Her eyebrow jumps up, as it always does.

"Mr. Grumpy fires his secretary first and then demands someone from the creative team to do her job." she shakes her head. "I mean, I'm grumpy, but he outdoes everything."

I giggle under my breath. Megan isn't really a fan of Mr. Jeon even if she thinks he's handsome. She says his personality would ruin everything. She even gave him a few nicknames so she can gossip about him peacefully.

The Annihilator. Mr. Grumpy, as mentioned earlier. And my all-time favorite is Mr. If-Monday-Had-A-Face.

"Maybe he hasn't gotten any in a while and needs to get laid." I flinch as Josh comes up beside me. I bring a hand to my chest and take a deep breath, and he quietly apologizes.

"Hmm. I don't think that's it." Megan disagrees. "There's no way he's not blowing someone's back out almost every day. He is just evil."

I blush from the way the two of them can talk so casually about such a topic. I mean, I guess Mr. Jeon is a good-looking guy and except for his personality, he's probably a lot of women's type - not mine though.

"Can we stop talking about our boss's personal life?" I try to change the topic as I feel my cheeks getting warmer.

Josh and Megan look at each other, mouthing boring, and the three of us laugh before everyone goes back to their work.

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A/N: Sauvage is French and means wild/savage/unsociable (according to Google lmao)♥️