Only Bad for Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11

“Who is it?”

“Hello. My name is Yoon Eun Jo. Representative Kwon sent me.”

Eun Jo bowed her head slightly in greeting.

The woman, who had rolled up the sleeves of her beige shirt, had eyes that sparkled intensely.

“Oh, I was told someone would come to help with work. Ah, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean anything by it. I just expected someone strong to show up. Anyway, please come in.”

“Yes.”

Eun Jo hesitated as she was about to take off her shoes. She didn’t see any slippers, and the woman standing before her was still wearing her shoes.

“Just come in. It’s still not fully organized, so it’s fine.”

“Wearing my shoes?”

“It’s okay—it’s just a house like this. And I’ve got a really good vacuum cleaner. Someone else will clean it later anyway.”

That “someone else” was very likely her. Smiling faintly, Eun Jo stepped inside.

The moment she passed through the entryway with its black frame and matte gold handle, her eyes widened in astonishment.

Walls finished with natural marble and smoked wood veneer greeted guests with a grand, impressive presence.

“I put some thought into it.”

As if sensing her reaction, the woman walking ahead glanced back over her shoulder.

“It’s amazing.”

“My name is Lee Yeon Kyung. I was in charge of the interior design for this ridiculously huge house.”

“…Right.”

“No matter how overflowing with money someone is, I still can’t understand why they’d get a place this big. Is he planning to play hide-and-seek or something?”

Yeon Kyung muttered her complaint regardless of whether Eun Jo was listening, then kicked an empty cardboard box on the floor with her foot.

The lavish entrance was merely a tiny prelude.

When Eun Jo faced the open-plan first-floor living room, she shivered slightly.

She’d never seen a house this nice, not even online.

The ceiling was so high she had to crane her neck to look up, and nothing separated the kitchen from the living room—creating an overwhelming sense of openness.

A sleek TV mounted on the wall, two large speakers, a cream-colored rug, and a matching leather sofa.

And an elegantly placed grand piano.

Sigh…

Even cleaning our tiny apartment thoroughly would take ages. She couldn’t help but sigh.

“It’s a bit messy, but it’s almost finished.”

“To be honest, it’s absolutely stunning.”

Eun Jo slowly took a few steps toward the kitchen.

Tall cabinetry and a wood-finished island countertop. A long leather barstool and dining table were impeccably arranged in a clean, linear layout.

Just as she placed her hand lightly on the dark brown dining table—

“The second floor is all done!”

She jumped at the sudden loud voice.

At the very top of the marble staircase that swept upward, two men leaning against the metal railing simultaneously tilted their heads, having noticed Eun Jo.

“What do you mean ‘all done’? We still need to mount that box—the Kartell lamp.”

“Yes, sir!

“Right away!”

The two men hurried down the stairs, their eyes lighting up as they approached Eun Jo.

“Who’s this?”

“Never mind who she is—go hang the lighting fixtures and carry the boxes outside the front door up to the dressing room. Hurry! Once you’re back down, I’ll introduce her.”

Though younger than Yeon Kyung, the two men shot her playful glances but moved without another word.

“They’re juniors who help me out with work.”

“…I see.”

“But wait—we’ve never met before, right? I remember all the beauties around Kwon Jae Ha. It’s your first time meeting me, isn’t it? Yoon…”

“Yoon Eun Jo. Yes, this is our first meeting.”

“Are you really here because Kwon Jae Ha sent you?”

Her skeptical gaze openly scanned Eun Jo’s neat, delicate appearance.

“Yes, that’s right. I’m stronger than I look. I really am here to work. But where should I start? I was only told I’d figure it out once I got here.”

“No—let’s have some tea first. How about Earl Grey?”

“No, I’m just…”

Every minute counts right now.

“I want another cup myself. The water probably hasn’t cooled yet. Do you dislike tea?”

“No, I actually like Earl Grey.”

“Great. Ugh, I’m exhausted.”

Yeon Kyung pressed the button on the electric kettle in the corner of the counter, then pulled out a large paper cup and a tea bag from the drawer.

After a brief hesitation, Eun Jo sat down on the soft leather chair.

“…”

The kettle quickly began bubbling loudly.

Yeon Kyung carefully poured hot water into the cup with the tea bag—calm and precise.

“I studied interior design in the U.S. I’ve been back in Seoul for about a year. But I speak Korean pretty well, thanks to that damn Kwon Jae Ha. Here, be careful—it’s hot.”

“I’ll drink it carefully.”

“Don’t mention it—it’s all Kwon Jae Ha’s fault. Honestly, it’s good stuff. The cup’s a bit trashy, though.”

Sitting across from Eun Jo, Yeon Kyung gave a mischievous wink.

“And you, Ms. Eun Jo?”

Ah—Eun Jo quickly opened her handbag and handed over a business card.

“You’re a designer? Oh, nice to meet you.”

As Yeon Kyung examined her card, Eun Jo took a sip of her tea.

“The aroma is really lovely.”

“I heard Kwon Jae Ha bought a pharmaceutical company. Is that your company?”

“Yes?”

Suddenly, her team leader’s drunken, blunt criticism of their company’s owner flashed through her mind.

[“He probably wants to sell the company. What an irresponsible, greedy old man! Isn’t he completely out of his mind?”]

She’d heard similar whispers here and there at the time, but figured it wasn’t her concern.

After all, it was upper management’s business—nothing directly related to her as just a designer.

Even if she got unlucky and lost her job, she could always look for another company.

“…”

Yeon Kyung watched Eun Jo over her tea, noting how tightly she pressed her lips together.

“Anyway, Kwon Jae Ha… Hmm, whether it’s Korea or the U.S., it probably doesn’t matter—but I didn’t know he had a close female friend I didn’t know about.”

“I don’t think we’re exactly close.”

“What if you are?”

Yeon Kyung leaned forward intently, her eyes sharp.

“Do you two… know each other?”

“Have you two… done it?”

“…Yes?”

“You hesitated just now! Come on, we’re not kids. Anyway, wow. Hold on a sec.”

“…”

[Kwon Jae Ha, who the hell did you send over? Are you kidding me?]

“Oh—just to be clear, that wasn’t directed at you, Ms. Eun Jo. I was talking to the guy on the other end of the phone.”

Wow. So Kwon Jae Ha called a woman to his house and assigned her a job that would normally take at least a full day?

Which means… this is a trap? Definitely a trap. Curiosity now sparkled in Yeon Kyung’s eyes as she sensed something unusual.

“Those clothes probably aren’t comfortable for working.”

Following Yeon Kyung’s glance, Eun Jo looked down at her outfit.

Her carefully buttoned blouse was one she cherished, and her skirt was tight—completely unsuitable for chores.

If she’d known, she would’ve brought proper work clothes.

“…It’s fine if they get ruined.”

“Why ruin pretty clothes? Wait—maybe it’s you who’s pretty? Anyway, I’ve got a good idea.”

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“Gently—so the dust doesn’t fly.”

Though still empty, the dressing room already exuded a calm, luxurious atmosphere.

Black and wood tones formed the foundation, and large mirrors provided focal points—masculine yet elegant.

“What about the suitcase with the valuables?”

“Didn’t we carry it up first? I put it in the bedroom for now.”

“Bring that here too.”

“Yes, sir.”

Yeon Kyung leaned against the heavy island dresser in the center of the room, tracking the men as they carried boxes.

Man, this is hitting hard today.

[Kwon Jae Ha, who the hell did you send over? Are you kidding me?]

—Dressing Room.

[Dressing room? He wants her to organize clothes? Is he insane? Is he trying to kill that girl?]

—That’s not a bad idea either.

[I don’t even know how things got this twisted again. Ugh, forget it. Just pick out a T-shirt she can toss.]

—…

[That’s her, right? The one and only. Then just buy her a meal—don’t make her suffer.]

—…

Of course he wouldn’t listen. Yeon Kyung filled the pre-prepared standing steamer with water and surveyed the empty cabinets and display shelves.

⭐⭐⭐

At the same time, at Blackstone Partners Building.

On the 12th floor, the newly appointed CEO’s office exuded a modern, calm ambiance dominated by neutral tones.

Kwon Jae Ha sat relaxed in the prime sofa seat, staring intently at his phone placed on the table, with a guest seated before him.

The guest was Cho Kwang Joong, chairman of JS PHARM, his white hair contrasting with his hunched posture.

Though annoyed by the young man repeatedly picking up and setting down the phone—and drifting off into unrelated thoughts—Cho couldn’t say anything.

After all, Kwon Jae Ha was now the largest shareholder of the company to which Cho had dedicated his life.

This meant Cho had no authority whatsoever—even if Kwon suddenly announced plans to bring in professional management or initiate massive restructuring.

“Hem—” Cho cleared his throat awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head.

“You don’t need to worry. As I mentioned, I’ve decided to take minimal involvement in operations. And of course, the current R&D projects won’t be discontinued.”

As if seeing straight through the old entrepreneur’s concerns, Kwon Jae Ha remarked indifferently.

“Heh heh, that’s a relief. By the way, we should probably prepare an office for you.”

“Prepare an office? Who, for whom?”

Kwon Jae Ha stood up dryly, picking up his phone. Cho immediately stood as well.

“Ah—let me rephrase. It seems you’ll need an office. How does that sound?”

“Yes, that wouldn’t be bad. Last time I visited, the view on the 7th floor was quite nice.”

“Yes, yes. The 7th floor—understood. Exactly this kind of atmosphere.”

“Then, please take care on your way back.”

The moment Cho bowed to Kwon Jae Ha’s back and practically fled, Secretary Kang stepped in.

“You still have plenty of time before your dinner appointment—why are you being so cold again? Chairman Cho’s face turned ashen.”

“Just cancel it or reschedule it—handle it however you see fit. I need to go home.”

“Home? Where?”

“Eddie, where did you get that crab fried rice and fish cutlet last time?”

Get the address ready. With that, Jae Ha vanished like the wind.

Home—as in the house that wasn’t even fully organized yet. And crab fried rice with fish cutlet?

Secretary Kang narrowed their eyes and pulled out their phone from an inner pocket.