The Secretary's Power (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
While complying with the unreasonable demand to go fetch a recording, Hye Won moved her feet.
With her first day at the Managing Director’s office already packed to the brim, when on earth was she supposed to find time to do the recording?
“Oh, Assistant Manager Yoon Hye Won.”
She hurried toward the exit of the Managing Director’s office, preoccupied with her growing to-do list. Too busy mentally organizing her schedule in the short time she had, she hadn’t heard Tae Beom calling her name.
Absently opening the door, it suddenly slammed shut.
Startled, Hye Won turned around. Tae Beom was standing right in front of her—when had he gotten so close?
Unable to figure out why this high-maintenance jerk had chased after her, she tilted her head slightly.
What? Are you going to strike first?
Hye Won tightly shut her eyes, then opened them again.
“Assistant Manager Yoon Hye Won.”
“Yes, Managing Director.”
A clean woody scent emanated from his body.
“When someone calls you, you don’t even hear it?”
The second time she caught the scent, it felt deeper and richer.
“I’m sorry—I really didn’t hear you!”
Alarmed by his sudden, overpowering fragrance, Hye Won unintentionally raised her voice.
With nowhere to step back, she instinctively took a step anyway—and smacked the back of her head against the closed door with a thud.
Seeing her tense expression, Tae Beom scanned her face. Only then did he wonder why he’d abruptly risen from his seat in the first place.
“If you’d called me once more, maybe I would’ve heard you…”
“Was that meant for me?”
“Oh—no, just talking to myself.”
Still staring at Hye Won, who’d spoken impulsively as if her train of thought had derailed, Tae Beom suddenly caught a powdery iris fragrance mingling with his usual deep woody scent.
It felt as though delicate, sweet-smelling flowers were swirling around the base of a sturdy tree.
Breathing out slowly under the spell of that fragile, elegant floral note, Tae Beom noticed Hye Won’s eyes growing rounder by the second.
Ah. I should probably say something.
“Assistant Manager Yoon Hye Won.”
No matter how many times he said it, her name still didn’t feel familiar.
“Yes, Managing Director.”
“Report to me on the progress regarding my inauguration ceremony—in one hour.”
“Oh… Yes, understood.”
Hye Won’s shoulders slumped in relief. So he’d chased after her just to deliver that simple instruction.
Actually, that was a relief.
“My inauguration is tomorrow. Keep your head straight.”
“Yes! I understand!”
For a brief moment, they both grew accustomed to each other’s scent.
When she answered loudly, Tae Beom stepped back a pace.
“If you’ve finished speaking, may I go now?”
Tae Beom slowly blinked his eyes—his silent permission.
Immediately, Hye Won slipped out of the space. Though she was gone, the lingering trace of her fragrance remained.
Tae Beom stood still, gazing at the closed door, then turned around, rubbing his chin.
He needed to erase that strange, fleeting sensation that had just grazed his insides.
“Just you try making even the tiniest mistake at my inauguration, Ha Tae Beom’s inauguration. I’ll use it as an excuse to get rid of you immediately.”
Phew. It’s my inauguration—why’s she the one worrying?
Worried if I mess up, worried if I don’t—Tae Beom let out a long sigh.
That suspicious spy had been giving him headaches from every angle.
The day of the Managing Director’s inauguration arrived—stressful for everyone.
Tae Beom chose his suit with slightly more care than usual.
The jacket, designed with wide peak lapels, hugged his solid torso tightly. More than just stylish, this custom-made suit—crafted painstakingly by a skilled artisan—shaped and enhanced the wearer’s entire image.
The curve flowing from both sides of the chest down to the hips exuded a mood only a select few could pull off. It perfectly tailored to his body without causing any discomfort.
Testing the flexibility of the armhole by rotating his arms, Tae Beom stood before the mirror. He tilted his chin slightly, scrutinizing it carefully to confirm his shave was flawless.
He stared blankly into the mirror, fingertips brushing his jawline.
Though it seemed as if Tae Beom were leisurely admiring himself alone, that wasn’t quite the case.
Hye Won, who’d come to his house early that morning, stood quietly far behind him, her lips downturned.
“Good. Your shave looks perfect.”
He’s smitten.
“Perfect.”
Smitten with his own face.
The high-maintenance jerk seemed pleased with his clean-shaven look.
Wearing slippers, Hye Won wiggled her toes. She’d barely slept, having obeyed his unreasonable early-morning command to come to his house.
She’d stayed up reading files until her voice grew hoarse from recording in the wee hours.
Had she slept even two hours? She’d rushed over in a taxi as instructed—and found this high-maintenance jerk just finishing his shower.
Her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she struggled to keep them open.
Forget about liquid damage compensation—she’d do absolutely anything right now to part ways with this impossible jerk.
“Are you all set?”
Huh. Hye Won lifted her head at Tae Beom’s question.
“All set?” Why’s he asking me that? Shouldn’t I be the one asking him?
“Yes. Everything’s ready.”
But having no other choice, she obediently gave her reply.
Her voice lacked strength—she hadn’t slept properly for days.
Noticing her lackluster energy, Tae Beom glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
Tightening his tie, he lifted one corner of his mouth. Judging by her expression, it wouldn’t be long before this Chihuahua ran away on her own.
“You look tired. Didn’t sleep well?”
Talk about fanning the flames of a burning house.
“No. I just got excited and nervous thinking about your inauguration, Managing Director.”
Yeah, sure. Let’s see how long you last.
Tae Beom turned away, brushing off Hye Won’s hollow reply.
He approached her—and she took a small step backward.
All her attention was on her high-waisted skirt. She’d urgently ordered it online for the inauguration, but it had been too loose, so she’d taken it for alterations—only for it to now be too tight.
With no time to find another outfit, and no other black skirts suitable for the event among her many options, she’d had no choice.
She’d somehow squeezed her legs into it and managed to zip it up.
Though the skirt reached her knees and was uncomfortably tight, she figured it wouldn’t be a problem if she walked carefully.
“Did you need something?”
Awkwardly stepping back, Hye Won asked—and Tae Beom tilted his head slightly as he looked at her.
“We need to get to work.”
“Oh—yes, of course, Managing Director!”
“I’ll review the morning briefing materials in the car.”
“Understood.”
Phew. As she followed Tae Beom, Hye Won fidgeted with her skirt.
Would she even be able to eat properly today in this ridiculously tight tube skirt? Nothing but trouble.
Before getting into the waiting car, Tae Beom turned to look at Hye Won.
“Assistant Manager Yoon Hye Won.”
“Yes, Managing Director.”
“As you’ve seen from today’s attendee list, this is an extremely important occasion.”
Important. Why?
“Important. Extremely.”
Because today is Ha Tae Beom’s inauguration ceremony.
“Yes, Managing Director. I’m fully aware of how extremely important this is.”
Seeing Hye Won deliver yet another soulless reply, Tae Beom twitched his eyebrows. He wondered if this sleep-deprived, weary-looking Hye Won could actually handle the hectic inauguration without falling apart.
“I expect you to show me your potential, Assistant Manager Yoon Hye Won.”
With that single line—more unbearable than a hundred nagging remarks—Tae Beom settled into the back seat. The moment his back turned to her, Hye Won made a face.
Talking about potential, huh?
I don’t have any of that.
“Yes, Managing Director. I understand.”
Why don’t you just hand me some sleep and wealth instead…?
Ugh. Hye Won let out a silent sigh as she got into the passenger seat.
It was hard to constantly remember that the boss she served was a member of the royal family.
It wasn’t written on his forehead, and when working together, he often just felt like a regular person.
Calling Tae Beom “that high-maintenance jerk” was Hye Won’s way of keeping herself alert.
But this morning felt different from the start.
Hye Won entered the grand banquet hall, where all preparations for the inauguration were complete.
“Wow…”
From the entrance alone, she sensed it wasn’t ordinary—but the scale was overwhelming. This inauguration, crafted over days by the company’s event planner with what must have been a sacrificed soul, was the most lavish internal event Hye Won had seen since joining the company.
She glanced briefly at Tae Beom.
Earlier, lost in admiration of his own reflection, he’d seemed like an entitled brat—but now, there was no denying he looked every bit the royal heir.
She almost imagined a halo glowing around him.
Objectively speaking, his strikingly handsome face had not a single flaw.
“What? Do I suddenly look a bit handsome to you?”
You really…
Unconsciously, Hye Won scrunched her face. It was absurd how shamelessly he could say such things himself.
“So, you’re finally realizing I’m the Managing Director of Yusun Airlines?”
What hurt most was that she couldn’t deny it.
Yet admitting it felt worse than death, so she forced a smile.
She swallowed her frustration.
“I realize it every single day.”
It felt like she’d eaten about fifteen hundred servings of crow over the past few days.
“Ever since you arrived in Korea, I’ve never once forgotten your presence or status, Managing Director.”
This time, Tae Beom glanced down at her. Every time Hye Won delivered these lifeless compliments, he felt oddly irritated—perhaps because he recognized them for the sarcastic brush-offs they truly were.
Carefully trailing behind Tae Beom, Hye Won suddenly veered off. Bending toward a crooked chair to straighten it, she didn’t notice Tae Beom’s eyes widen.
The skirt.
“Oh…”
The skirt… was something wrong with it…?
Panicked, Tae Beom quickly changed direction and hurried toward her. The skirt had ripped along the zipper line, revealing the blouse tucked inside.
This woman was about to cause a disaster!
He grabbed Hye Won’s arm as she tried to move the chair and pulled her upright.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh? I’m just moving the chair.”
“Is that really important right now? Leave it.”
His heart started pounding. Too embarrassed to say “Your skirt’s torn,” Tae Beom could only swallow hard in silence.
“I just need to move this one.”
“No!”
“Ah, it’ll take just a second.”
“I said leave it!”
Frustrated, he snapped—and a wrinkle formed between Hye Won’s brows. It was a clear protest: “Why are you making such a fuss over nothing?”
With so many people around, why was he suddenly losing it? Was he going to keep acting like this?
Misunderstanding written all over her face, Hye Won stared at him—and this time, Tae Beom just chewed on his lips in distress.
All he could think was that he had to tell her quickly—but the words simply wouldn’t come out. Was it really this hard to say her skirt had ripped?
“So, what I mean is—”
“Yes, yes. I get it. I’ll just leave it crooked and go.”
Your glare looks far more crooked than that chair…
As the increasingly disgruntled Hye Won turned to leave, Tae Beom grabbed her shoulder.
When she stood still, the tear wasn’t visible—but every step she took revealed flashes of her blouse underneath.
This was driving him crazy. Tae Beom glanced quickly downward at her skirt and finally opened his mouth.
“Your skirt.”
“Huh? My skirt?”
“Yes. The skirt.”
“Do you want to wear my skirt, Managing Director?”
…Adding another nickname to the list.
“No, that’s not it.”
The wonderfully oblivious Assistant Manager Yoon.
Tae Beom looked flustered—and gradually, Hye Won’s expression changed as she began to understand.
She hesitated, then lightly touched her skirt with her hand—and froze completely.
Standing directly behind her, Tae Beom leaned in and whispered softly into her ear.
“Let’s just walk for now. I’ll stay right behind you.”
“Oh… Yes, Managing Director.”
“Don’t stray from me.”
“Understood, Managing Director.”
Hye Won took even smaller steps. She had no idea how badly the skirt was torn—it was enough to drive her mad.
And with Tae Beom so close behind her, he looked exactly like one of those creepy, overfamiliar bosses people gossiped about.
“If you stick this close to me, people might get the wrong idea, Managing Director.”
“I’ll handle my own reputation—don’t worry about it.”
Ignoring Hye Won’s concerns, Tae Beom kept walking pressed tightly against her.
“Do you have spare clothes to change into?”
“Ah—no. But I’ll figure something out.”
“Figure what out, exactly?”
“…”
“I’ll take off my jacket once we reach the entrance—just wear it and go sort it out wherever you need to.”
“Yes… Thank you—and I’m sorry…”
She hadn’t meant to wear this ridiculously tight skirt. Hye Won bit her lip hard.
Not knowing when the skirt had torn made her back burn hot and her head spin.
Each step she took, Tae Beom matched; another step, and he followed again. Afraid that any misstep would make her collide with his body, cold sweat broke out on her skin.
For this moment, they moved as one—truly the perfect pair.
“Hey! Tae Beom!”
They’d taken only a few steps when Tae Beom and Hye Won stopped in their tracks.
In the distance, Ji Seok was walking toward them, hand raised in greeting.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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