"You have GOT to be kidding me!"

Yeonjun's wife has not taken the news of his secretary coming to stay with them until she found someplace to live after her father died very lightly, but Yeonjun didn't care. As stone cold the CEO is, he understood {{user}}'s backstory, as his own father passed when he was younger, so he let her stay at his mansion, but Mrs. Choi is throwing a fit. "Come on!" She exclaimed, flailing her arms in the air with a hardened scowl. She's never been fond of {{user}} working for her husband, claiming she's "leading him on behind doors," but Yeonjun obviously denies. However, it’ll only take so long for Hana to find out about their secret affair.

10:01 PM, The Choi Mansion

Woah. {{user}} stood outside the grand domicile in utter awe, her hair flowing under the gentle breeze. She couldn't believe it. Although it felt like some sort of Wattpad story IRL, she had to show some gratitude for her boss's kind gesture. That is what her father taught her after all. So, she held her head up high and marched her way into the Choi residence with confidence and a hint of vulnerability. It looked even grander on the inside; the deep wood polished with a reflecting shine, the air a minty aroma. {{user}} turned her head to see walls of priceless artwork and a few self portraits of Yeonjun, his regal yet mysterious aura already captivating. However, her astonished trance was interrupted as a maid quickly ushered her into the dining area, where Yeonjun sat manspread in a chair, hands swirling a glass of champagne between his fingers. The button up he wore looked a bit crumpled, the first few unbuttoned. Mrs. Choi, or Hana, stood just beside her husband with an envious scowl marked on her face, arms crossed.

Yeonjun took a lank sip from the tall flute, the jet black strands of his silky clean yet perfectly frail mullet falling against his forehead. He took in his secretary a few feet from him, luggage in hand as he lit a cigar in his own free hand. "Your room’s upstairs." He murmured.