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Joonseo pedaled into the industrial district of Seoul, where the towering headquarters of Daheon Corporation loomed. As the gleaming structure came into view, his heart skipped a beat. The building stood tall, its glass facade shimmering under the morning sun. It was bigger and more dazzling than he had imagined, a testament to the company's prominence.

Wow… so this is where I'll work now, he thought, his chest swelling with pride. Years of grueling studies, sleepless nights, and sacrifices had finally paid off. His dream of being part of such a prestigious corporation had come true.

As he approached the gates, his bike creaked under him. Two imposing guards, dressed in sleek black suits and wearing earpieces, stepped forward. Both were over six feet tall, their muscular builds and mirrored sunglasses making them look more like bouncers at an exclusive club than security personnel.

"Where do you think you're going with that junk?" the guard on the left sneered, gesturing at Joonseo's old, battered bike.

Startled, Joonseo froze. "I… I'm an employee here," he stammered, fumbling in his bag before pulling out his appointment letter.

The guard on the right took the letter, inspecting it closely. After a brief exchange of glances between the two, they handed the letter back, their synchronized movements oddly intimidating.

"Go ahead," the guard finally said, stepping aside.

The massive gates swung open with a low hum, casting long shadows as they revealed the company grounds. Joonseo took a deep breath, pedaling through with renewed determination.

Inside the parking area, he was awestruck. Rows upon rows of luxury cars gleamed under bright, strategically placed lights. It wasn't just a parking lot—it was a gallery of wealth and status. Joonseo parked his bike in a far corner, feeling almost embarrassed by its rickety frame among the polished vehicles.

When will I get to drive something like this? he wondered, his eyes scanning the sleek lines of sports cars and sedans. One day… after paying off my family's debts and helping my sisters finish school, I'll get there.

He patted his bike affectionately. "You've served me well, but one day, I'll replace you with something better."

As he made his way toward the building, he passed by a reserved parking spot marked President. A black BMW rested there, its sleek exterior still shining from a recent wash. His heart raced as a realization struck him.

Wait… could that be the car? The one that nearly hit me?

His mind spiraled with panic. What if that was the president? What if they recognized me and I get fired on my first day? His hands trembled as he bit his lip, negative thoughts flooding his brain. No, no, no. I can't afford to lose this job. Mom, my sisters, the debts… everything depends on this!

Just as his anxiety threatened to overwhelm him, his phone buzzed. The notification read: "Break a leg, son!" It was from his mom.

The simple message steadied him. He straightened his posture, rubbing his face as if to wipe away his fear. This car could be different and even if it was the same an important person like the president Wouldn't even remeber such an incident in her busy life. "You've got this, Joonseo," he muttered to himself.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he marched toward the elevator, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The elevator chimed softly as it reached the top floor. Joonseo took a deep breath, and his earlier stress was threatening to bubble back up, but he pushed it down quickly. His mother's encouraging message replayed in his mind, filling him with renewed determination. I can do this.

The polished elevator doors slid open, and out came the entryway to his new workplace. With a determined stride, Joonseo stepped out, his confidence growing with each step. He imagined how his first day would come out: smiling colleagues greeting him warmly, saying congrats on being part of such an esteemed company.

They'll see my potential right away; this is where my real journey begins.

He straightened his tie, squared his shoulders, and pushed open the glass doors to the main office. "Let's go," he muttered with himself, giving over to a resolve that seemed heavy with emotion.

Reality hit him like a bucket of ice water as soon as he stepped inside, though. The office was nothing like he had imagined.

The enormous room was a cold, sterile sea of white. Identical rows and rows of identical desks, filled with employees bent over computers. Relentless typing sounds echoed through the air-a mechanical symphony of productivity. Nobody looked up. Nobody smiled. Heads down, eyes on screens, fingers flying across keyboards as if life depended on it.

The atmosphere in the hall was not friendly or encouraging, but stifling. The enormous size of the organization made Joonseo feel small, as if he was just a little wheel in an enormous, unresponsive machine. His fantasies about friendship and coziness collapsed within a split second.

This… this is it? he asked himself, slowing down his pace. The self-assurance he had worked so hard to develop during the elevator ride started to collapse.

Joonseo stopped in front of the elevator. He didn't know what he should do after that. A lot of conflicting thoughts swelled in his head, having lost the bravado he displayed earlier. Even as he wrestled with deciding whether to step back or locate someone to get him out, a bright clear voice pierced through the thick tense air.

"Can I assist you?

The unexpected move caught Joonseo off balance, and turning around, he saw a woman approaching. This young woman looked professional yet effortlessly chic in the tailored suit, her short black hair framing the face, which was also studded with the badge indicating her employment here. She was completely at ease in her manner of speaking, too, hands curled into the sides of her pant legs.

"Oh, uh…" Joonseo stammered, fumbling with his words. "I… I'm the new secretary." He quickly pulled out his appointment letter, his hands trembling slightly as he handed it over.

The woman glanced at the letter, then back at him, her expression softening. "Ah, so you're the new hire." She smiled, but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "Secretary, huh? Poor guy."

"Huh? Did you say something?" Joonseo asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, nothing," she replied smoothly, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

Joonseo sighed inwardly. I'm pretty sure she said something.

"Well," she continued, looking him up and down with a critical eye. "You're the new secretary, huh? That's a pretty high-responsibility position. You look…" She paused, tilting her head as if searching for the right word. "…average. Your build is kind of weak."

The words struck him like a slap. He blinked, stunned. Was this some kind of initiation ritual?

Before he could say anything, her tone shifted to a more serious one. "But," she added, "you look well-kept, so there's hope for you. From now on, you're an important part of the Daehon Group." Her gaze was steady, and for the first time, Joonseo felt the weight of her words.

"Your duty is to assist the president as her secretary," she explained. "You'll handle company tasks, manage schedules, and take care of files. But don't panic just yet—we have plenty of managers for the more complex stuff. You'll ease into it."

Joonseo nodded, absorbing her words. He straightened his posture slightly, her matter-of-fact tone grounding him. "I'll do my best," he said earnestly.

The woman smiled again, this time more warmly. "That's the spirit. Welcome to the team, newbie. By the way, I'm Yuna. If you need help, I'm usually around."

"Thank you, Yuna," Joonseo said, bowing slightly.

"Good luck," she said, turning to leave. "You'll need it."

As she walked away, Joonseo clenched his fists lightly, feeling a spark of determination reignite within him. An important part of the Daehon Group, huh? I'll prove I'm more than just 'average.'

With that thought, he stepped into the office, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

Joonseo walked through the grand halls leading to the president's office, his mind swirling with thoughts of all that had transpired. Yuna's words replayed in his head, her mix of critique and encouragement fueling his determination. Surely, the president wouldn't trouble him on his first day, right?

He glanced down at his attire, brushing off invisible dust and straightening his posture. First impressions matter, he thought as he approached the imposing double doors of the president's office. He took a deep breath, placing his hand on the door handle, and gently pushed it open.

The door creaked slightly, revealing a spacious, modern office bathed in natural light. It was both minimalistic and luxurious, with sleek furniture, large glass windows offering a panoramic city view, and a desk that seemed to command the entire room. Joonseo hesitated, his steps faltering as he heard voices from within.

"I told you I can't waste my time on this so-called 'Appoinment,'" a woman's sharp voice rang out.

"But, ma'am," another voice—likely an assistant—replied earnestly, "he's a renowned model and actor. Partnering with him could bring significant recognition to our brand. Why not consider working closely with him? This could be a golden opportunity."

Joonseo froze, caught off guard by the heated conversation. He tilted his head slightly, trying to make sense of the situation. A model? An actor? What kind of discussion is this?

Unsure of what to do, he stood awkwardly at the doorway, his head inclined like a confused lamb, waiting for the right moment to announce himself. It didn't feel appropriate to interrupt. Perhaps he should step back and wait until the meeting concluded?

Maybe I should wait outside, he thought, his hands tightening nervously on the edges of the door.

Just as he was about to retreat, a firm voice cut through his spiraling thoughts.

"You there, come in," the president called, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Joonseo flinched slightly, his heart pounding. He quickly straightened up, stepping inside as his eyes darted to the source of the voice.

Behind the imposing desk sat a woman of unparalleled elegance. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her nape and neck like liquid silk, framing a face that seemed untouched by flaws. Her pale, porcelain complexion glowed under the office lights, accentuating features carved with precision—sharp, high cheekbones, a slender jawline, and a nose that was both delicate and regal. Her striking red-lidded eyes held a piercing intensity, as if they could see through any façade.

Her slim physique was accentuated by her outfit—a casual yet formal ensemble of a light blue blouse and tailored white pants that hugged her form perfectly, exuding both professionalism and grace. She radiated authority, her aura commanding attention without needing to raise her voice.

 Her sharp eyes locked onto Joonseo, and for a moment, he felt like a small, insignificant speck in the vast world of Daehon Group.

"Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you the new secretary?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I—I am, ma'am," Joonseo stammered, bowing deeply. "Joonseo, at your service.

 "Sit down." , she commanded

A very prim business suit with a clipboard is worn by the other woman, who rises and bows low. She bowed perfectly straight to the president. "Okay, Mr. President," she said calmly. With that, she quickly strode out of the door, her heels clicking on the shiny floor. Joonseo couldn't move and was still holding his position beside the door.

The president let out a frustrated sigh and pushed a strand of her short, jet-black hair behind her ear. "This goddamn actor and his people—what a waste of my time," she muttered in a low, sharp blade voice.

Joonseo felt himself glued to the spot, unable to look away. There was something magnetic about her presence. It wasn't just her beauty—though that alone was striking. Her crimson lips, perfectly shaped, seemed to command the room with every word she spoke. Her tailored suit, fitted to perfection, accentuated her sharp shoulders and exuded an aura of unshakable authority.

Yet, it was her eyes that really captured him. Deep Blood red and piercing, they seemed to weigh and measure everything before them. For a brief moment, they flicked toward him, sending a jolt through his chest.

Joonseo's thoughts spiralled. She's. incredible.

Unaware of it, he started watching every detail of her: the delicate curve of her jaw, the slight furrow of her brow as she scanned a document on her desk, the rhythmic tapping of her fingers against the surface as if orchestrating her next move. Her aura was overwhelming, filling the room with an invisible force that demanded attention and respect.

His eyes dropped to her lips once more, and his mind drifted. How can someone be so composed and intimidating at the same time?

"Are you just going to stand there gaping like a moron, or do you have something to say?" Her voice cut through his thoughts like a whip, snapping him back to reality.

Joonseo turned red and bent his head rapidly. "N-no, ma'am. I was only waiting for your permission to speak!"

The president's office was sleek and contemporary, designed with a focus on function and modernity. The room featured a large, polished wooden desk, where a laptop sat open, displaying some important files. Above, an air conditioner hummed softly, keeping the space cool and comfortable. On one corner of the desk, a small globe was placed, symbolizing the global reach of the company. The walls were minimalistic, adorned with only a few elegant pieces of art. The overall atmosphere was professional and sharp, with clean lines and modern furnishings that gave off a sense of authority without being overwhelming.

Joonseo stood there, the pressure in the room rising. The president's sharp voice pierced through the stillness, her words leaving no room for hesitation. "Permission to speak? Am I forcing you to stay silent, my secretary? You should know how to act. How can you stay silent like this?" She continued, her gaze unflinching as she observed him.

His heart thumped against his chest, and his hands trembled as he presented his appointment letter. "I. I am a new secretary. Here is my appointment letter," he stuttered, speaking in a hushed voice, almost servile. He leaned forward at the waist, a gesture of automatic submission.

Inwardly, he berated himself, Why am I so nervous? But the magnitude of her presence, her towering self-assurance, made it seem impossible to think straight. I have to get this right.

The president took the letter of appointment from his hand, without a word, and her fingers brushed against his ever so lightly. She read it briefly, her face immunizing itself to expression. Nothing—no flicker of approval or disapproval. How does she do it?

After finishing reading, she returned the paper to him without a nod towards his anxiety. "From now on, you will handle all my matters," she said, with a tone of cool composure. "Be careful and always ready. You'll work in the same office as the others, but your duties will be different. You'll need to be by my side at all times. Are you ready?"

Her words hurt him, but he nodded hastily. His purpose grew harder. I need to prove myself. "Yes, I get it," he said, his voice trying to sound level though the shiver in his chest threatened to overthrow his voice.

The president's gaze rested on him for one more moment, her eyes calculating, before she motioned to the door. "You may leave now."

Joonseo, still reeling from the sudden responsibility placed on his shoulders, bowed deeply. His words faltered as he said, "Thank you, President." As he turned to leave, his mind raced. This is it. The opportunity I've dreamed of.

But as he slowly moved toward the door, he could not help but feel that she was looking at him. He glanced back over his shoulder one last time, and saw the president shuffling through papers, apparently not even noticing he was there. She's something else.

The door shut behind him and Joonseo felt a weight settle in his chest. Now begins the real challenge.

Down the hall, with steps uncertain and resolute he walked. Now he had been this far- no going back now.

But he still didn't know this was thier second collision.