Secretary Gwanggong's Survival Diary-Chapter 35

“Are you crazy?”

“Just kidding, just kidding!”

Kang Seokho cracked a joke that only he found amusing and then burst into a fit of wild laughter. “You’re a Beta too, aren’t you? You’ve been sticking around the CEO the most lately,” he babbled on.

After laughing for a long time, he finally stopped and opened his mouth again.

“You remember that kid who was our company’s model until last year, right? Didn’t the CEO say he liked him?”

“Oh... Kang Haewoon, you mean that guy?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Think he’d like him?”

“The CEO said he liked Kang Haewoon?”

When I tried to recall Kang Haewoon’s face, he did seem to align with Yoon Taeo’s taste. A face that was innocent and refreshing, a soft look that perfectly matched an electrolyte drink commercial. A Beta who had the vibe of someone who might actually be an Omega.

“Well, yeah. That’s why they probably renewed his contract, right?”

Seriously? This guy once said he didn’t even watch TV. I guess he keeps an eye on the ones that catch his attention, even making them company models.

“Well, if there’s no other option, we might as well give it a shot.”

“He’ll one hundred percent like him.”

What a shallow bastard. The moment someone’s face slightly aligns with his type, he loses his mind over them. And in the end, he’ll get dumped or scare the person away again.

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“Team Leader, aren’t you going home?”

“...The CEO hasn’t left yet. You can go ahead.”

If I get another life, I will never become a secretary. Or, if I do, it will only be for a boss who clocks out at six on the dot. That bastard Yoon Taeo was holed up in the office despite having no evening plans and showed no intention of leaving.

“Then, I’ll be heading out first.”

The ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) team members without a shred of loyalty slipped out like the wind, leaving me staring blankly at the monitor. I had already secured the quietest villa among Yoon Taeo’s properties to prepare for his rut cycle. I had contacted the hospital to arrange medical staff and sedatives, securing extras just in case. Now, the only thing left was the Beta....

“Haah... This is driving me crazy.”

“What is?”

Startled by the unexpected response, I jumped to my feet. I thought I was alone in the office.

“You haven’t left yet?”

“Oh... I had to organize the supply room....”

Wonk Gyuil was holding a work tablet, looking like he was about to cry.

“It’s not urgent. You can do it tomorrow.”

“I think it would be better to just finish it today.”

Smart move. Tomorrow will have its own load of work, after all.

“I’ll help you.”

“I-I can do it alone!”

No, you can’t. I haven’t done it myself, but from what I remember, organizing the supply room was more complicated than it seemed. As expected of Yoon Taeo’s secretary office, even managing supplies was a lot of work. It was the spot where new hires made the most mistakes.

“It’s fine. Besides, it looks like the CEO is going to stay late anyway.”

More importantly, the chick in front of me is holding a crucial key to my survival. I have to get close to this guy and secure the casino permit no matter what. Annoying? Sure. But I led the way to the supply room anyway.

“Doesn’t it seem strange to you...?”

“Strange? What is?”

While matching the list with the items and organizing the newly arrived supplies, Wonk Gyuil cautiously opened his mouth.

“Why did we buy so many ashtrays?”

Ah, that. Yoon Taeo doesn’t smoke in the office very often. Yet, ashtrays were always within his reach.

“To throw them.”

Better that he throws ashtrays when he’s pissed off than hitting people. If it ends with just ashtrays, that’s a good day. Each of those ashtrays costs hundreds of thousands of won, but they’re still less valuable than a human life, so I let him throw them as much as he wants.

“What...?”

I didn’t explain it to the chick. Despite how I look, I do have some loyalty, so I try to keep Yoon Taeo’s violent, dark side under wraps as much as possible.

“It’s better if you don’t know.”

“Well... I’m kind of scared of the CEO.”

That’s a sentiment everyone shares. One wrong move, and that ashtray could crack my skull open.

“But he’s actually a better person than you think.”

“Oh... but earlier in the cafeteria, the CEO....”

Wonk Gyuil shivered as if trying to shake off a bad memory as he sorted through the supplies next to me.

“What happened in the cafeteria?”

Now that I think about it, Wonk Gyuil had left the cafeteria with a pale face, as if running away. I turned my head and looked at him.

“Well, it’s just...”

Does he have a habit of doing this? He suddenly lowered his head and leaned closer. Why does he like whispering so much when we’re the only ones here? Still, since I was curious about what happened in the cafeteria, I tilted my head slightly to offer him my ear. Might as well hear what he has to say.

“What happened in the cafeteria? Go on, spill it.”

But the voice that came close to my ear was not Wonk Gyuil’s.

“CEO...?”

Whether he was startled by the sudden voice or not, the chick practically flew away, crashing against the storage shelf. In the already cramped space, the room felt even tighter now that Yoon Taeo had entered. Before I could even process why he was here, Yoon Taeo charged forward like a mad bull. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

I thought he was far away, but in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance, grabbed my arm, and pulled me toward him. The sounds of crashing and thudding echoed in my ears. It all happened so fast that I couldn’t even comprehend it for a moment.

“You okay?”

Only when I heard the soft voice near my ear did I come back to my senses. That’s when I realized I was trapped. To be precise... I was trapped in Yoon Taeo’s embrace. The feel of his arm wrapped around my waist and his hand gripping my arm was all too vivid.

“What... what do you mean...?”

What the hell is he saying after launching a sneak attack? As I spoke against Yoon Taeo’s chest, his voice dropped from above my head.

“Are you hurt? ...What are you doing right now?”

The space between us felt too tight. The hand around my waist was bothering me.

“Why are you groping my chest?”

“G-Groping?! No, I was just... asking you to back off, that’s all!”

“Is this bastard out of his mind?”

I was just trying to push him away because he was holding me so damn close, pulling me against his chest.

“Look, Kim Secretary’s hand.”

What the hell is he talking about? I dropped my gaze to where he was looking and... huh...?

“At this point, I could probably report you for workplace sexual harassment.”

What the...? Why the hell is my hand gripping his chest like this? And this firm, solid mass in my palm... why the hell is it so... toned?

“S-Sorry! I’m so sorry...!”

I jolted backward, tearing myself away from him. No wonder... my palm did feel unusually nice. What kind of muscles don’t even get concealed by a jacket? Then again, even when he was just in a shirt, those nipples were...

“Are you even apologizing? You don’t look the least bit sorry.”

Suddenly, my whole body felt hot. The foreign sensation of that firm mass lingering in my hand, the feeling of his arm around my waist... It was all too vivid. My head felt like it was about to explode.

“...Should I leave?”

Ah, I completely forgot he was still here. The chick was plastered against the wall in a half-crouch, voice trembling with fear.

“Haah...”

Yoon Taeo let out a low sigh at the pitiful sound and then took a step toward Wonk Gyuil. Shaking off the haze clouding my head, I finally looked around and pieced together what had just happened.

The chick had crashed into the shelf, causing the box of ashtrays piled on top to come crashing down. The shattered ashtrays on the floor were a horrifying sight. If Yoon Taeo hadn’t yanked me back, my skull might have been the thing that got smashed instead.

But... what the hell are they doing?

Yoon Taeo leaned in close to the chick, as if whispering in his ear. Seeing them side by side, the difference was striking. I always thought the chick was pretty tall, but compared to Yoon Taeo, he looked like a baby chick next to a full-grown rooster. And naturally, Yoon Taeo was the rooster.

“Yes... Yes, sir...!”

Each time Yoon Taeo whispered something, the chick’s face turned a whiter shade of pale. His eyes grew impossibly wide, pupils quivering as if he were about to drop dead from shock. His mouth hung open, like he was about to vomit out all his terror.

“Get going now.”

“T-Thank you... Thank you, sir...!”

The chick bowed so low that his forehead almost touched his knees, then bolted out of the room like he was running for his life — as if I didn’t even exist, his eyes locked solely on Yoon Taeo. And that’s why being nice to kids like that is a waste of time.

“Kim Secretary....”

“Baek.”

“Haah... fuck.”

Oh, shit. I flinched as the curse slipped out of Yoon Taeo’s mouth when I corrected him for getting my name wrong. The chill that ran down my spine told me I’d just stepped on a landmine. I should’ve just let him call me Kim Secretary like usual. Why the hell did I point it out this time? This is bad.

Yoon Taeo’s expression twisted in irritation as he started moving, his grip on my wrist tightening like he was about to crush the bones.

“W-What are you doing, sir?!”

Yoon Taeo began rifling through the desks in the secretary office, pulling open drawers and tossing their contents around like a man possessed. Is this some new way of going berserk? After a while, he seemed to find what he was looking for among the office supplies.

“Say it.”

“What...?”

“Your name, Baek Secretary.”

“...Baek Sieon....”

Sometimes I wondered if Yoon Taeo was doing this on purpose. Like, deliberately refusing to remember the names of people he found annoying. But watching him now, it was more like he genuinely couldn’t remember.

“Put it on.”

“What...?”

“What? Did you not hear me? Put it on.”

The absurdity of it all made me reflexively ask again.

“No, I mean... Put it on? Are you telling me to wear a name tag right now?”

That’s right. Yoon Taeo had fished out a plastic name tag clip, the kind with a metal clip on the back. Then he grabbed a piece of paper, scrawled ‘Baek Sieon’ in messy, barely legible handwriting, and shoved it inside the name tag holder.

I snatched the name tag from his hand and clipped it onto my chest, all while gritting my teeth at his sour expression.

“What? Not satisfied?”

No... that’s not it.

“...You could’ve at least written it nicely....”

What the hell? For a guy who looks so neat and put-together, why the hell does his handwriting look like a chicken scratch? Like he wrote it with his foot or something....

“Wear it every day from now on while you’re working.”

Damn it, you goldfish-brained bastard.