Chapter 1: Chief Yoon, What’s Taking So Long on That Call?

“Mr. Yoon, what’s taking you so long on that call?”

I had barely placed the receiver down, my head still buried in the documents on my desk, when a sharp female voice cut through the air.

I knew who the voice belonged to, but I deliberately took my time lifting my head, acting as if I were exhausted and drained.

The curve of her round hip, perfectly perched on the edge of my desk, was the first thing I saw. As my gaze traveled upward, her cinched waist came into view. That artistic line connecting her waist and hips…

Wow! Killer.

And where her waist began? Even more magnificent.

The unmistakable outline of her breasts, clearly a C-cup or larger, pressed against her white shirt.

Those beautiful, full breasts. I’d give anything for just one chance to caress them.

Now, for the grand finale.

The delicate line where her slender neck met her shoulders—the shoulder line, as it’s commonly known.

If someone wanted to paint an orchid on rice paper, they wouldn’t need to look at a real orchid; they just need to see this woman’s shoulder line. A masterpiece would be born.

Finally, my eyes met her small, slender, and beautiful face.

With such a stunning body and beautiful face, why wasn’t she a celebrity?

“Chief Yoon, stop pretending to be tired and call line number 3 now. They’re looking for you urgently.”

Those two or three seconds were heaven, but the mention of line number 3 snapped me back to reality.

“Okay, I got it. I’ll call right away.”

“Hurry. It seems urgent.”

Heaven returned.

The view of her backside as she turned.

The subtle outline of her round hips with each step she took.

Her long, firm thighs looked as if they might burst through her tight skirt, and her pristine white calves hinted at a soft, dough-like texture.

If only I could roll around with her just once.

But that would never happen. She’s the vice-chairman’s secretary.

And anyone who knows anything knows she’s not just an ordinary secretary.

She lives in a luxury apartment with a monthly rent of over three hundred, and she drives a Ferrari. Of course, the apartment and the Ferrari were both purchased by the company.

Giving these perks to a mere secretary who isn’t even an executive or a blood relative? The meaning was obvious.

I’m envious. Damn it.

Being born into a chaebol family means you also get the opportunity to play with half the beautiful women in the world.

“Crap! Line 3.”

I quickly picked up the receiver and pressed the hotline button for number 3. As soon as the ringing stopped, a voice, nonchalant despite the supposed urgency, flowed out.

“There’s a car I parked in Nonhyeon-dong; take care of it.”

Then he hung up. That rude, spoiled brat.

I picked up the receiver again.

“Assistant Manager Choi, go to Nonhyeon-dong right now and find out where the car is.”

– Yes, sir.

He didn’t even ask how to find the car in vast Nonhyeon-dong.

Understandable.

The police and onlookers would already be swarming the place like bees.

It was obvious what this brat, the vice-chairman’s son and the chairman’s grandson, had done.

Whether he was high on drugs or drunk from daytime drinking, he’d gotten behind the wheel in a hazy state. And he’d probably crashed into a roadside shop, a tree, or a streetlight.

Of course, he would have abandoned the car and then called me.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened, so Assistant Manager Choi knew exactly what to do.

I just had to pray he hadn’t hit someone and run.

I quickly sent out a text message.

[This is Yoon Hyun-woo of Soonyang Group. The accident in Nonhyeon-dong a moment ago is nothing serious. Please handle it discreetly.]

The social affairs reporters at each media outlet knew exactly what this message meant. The only difference would be the thickness of the wad of cash filling their pockets, depending on the severity of the accident. But they were definitely going to make some serious money.

And the hit-and-run of a high-end foreign car would only be a topic of discussion on social media among ordinary people who witnessed it firsthand in Nonhyeon-dong. It would soon disappear, and you wouldn’t find a single line about it in the news.

About thirty minutes later, I received a text message from Assistant Manager Choi.

[Crashed into a furniture store. They’re asking for 7,000 in repair costs and compensation for the damaged furniture. Please authorize payment.]

That damned brat.

I didn’t know why he’d crashed, but his explosive, impulsive temper just cost him a department head’s annual salary.

Whatever, not my problem. It’s not my money anyway.

Another hectic day was coming to an end. Could I actually leave on time today? It’s my wife’s birthday; I hope this is the end of it.

I need to give my wife a gift, or our already strained relationship will only get worse.

But things never go as I hope.

The ringing phone, as if on cue, was proof of that.

I cleared my throat and picked up the receiver. The voice of the chairman’s chief of staff came through.

– Chief Yoon, go assist Madam with her shopping.

“Sir, she’ll have an entourage at the department store; do you really need me there too…?”

– Hey! What are you talking about? It’s because it’s not our department store. She’s going to L Department Store.

Again?

How could the chairman’s wife prefer a rival department store over our own group’s store? It’s maddening.

“Ah, yes. My apologies.”

– There’s a newly opened Italian brand at L Department Store. She’s going to look around there, so go ahead and wait for her. Make sure to block access for ordinary people.

“Yes, sir. Chief of staff. I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.”

I wanted to throw the phone away.

I didn’t go to university to become a shopping bag carrier, nor did I build my resume to clean up after a spoiled, immature son.

But I lacked the courage and the pride to refuse such ridiculous tasks.

Suppressing my rising anger, I rushed to the department store. I had to arrive and wait before Madam arrived.

***

Two cars entered the department store’s VIP parking lot.

Although over seventy years old, the old lady boasted a slim figure and clear skin, thanks to the power of money, medicine, and her own considerable effort.

The money and effort invested were for show.

This old lady was dressed in a tight-fitting one-piece dress and boots.

Other people her age might envy her, and she might be proud of it, but to younger eyes, it was just a bizarre sight.

“Oh, Chief Yoon! You’re here early?”

I simply nodded slightly without saying a word. I’d experienced countless times how this bright smile would soon turn into a scowl.

If the size 44 clothes from the newly opened Italian brand didn’t fit her even slightly, this temperamental old woman would turn the department store upside down.

Three male bodyguards and her female secretary led the way for the chairman’s wife.

I sidled up to the female secretary and asked quietly.

“There’s a friend I haven’t seen before… Who is he?”

“Shhh.”

She shook her head briefly and winked.

“Ah, I see.”

Good grief, that lecherous witch of an old hag. She’s found another man.

Seeing her rampant libido even in her seventies, it’s clear the chairman’s family inherited their fondness for women from the maternal side.

Madam, eager to get started, boarded the waiting VIP elevator and went straight to the store, her brow furrowed in annoyance.

“These people are still letting ordinary customers in? Even though they knew I was coming?”

That was directed at me.

Damn it, I just got the call and rushed here; when would I have had time to clear them out?

“I’ll take care of it immediately. I apologize.”

As I rushed out, the attendants also began to press the store employees. I called for the store manager and immediately started shouting.

“Didn’t you hear that she was coming today? Are you out of your mind?”

“But who is… ?”

The store manager looked utterly terrified.

Men in suits surrounding the store and an old woman who clearly looked like she was ready to spend a fortune walking confidently towards the store—it was understandable.

“I’m Chief Yoon from the Group’s Strategy headquarters. That woman is the chairman of Soonyang Group’s wife. I personally gave the order to block entry for ordinary people. Are you saying you didn’t know? Right now?”

This method always works.

A single mistake regarding a VIP could cost a manager their position and end their career.

An enormous big spender who spends the equivalent of what a hundred ordinary customers spend in a single day can control a store manager’s life.

The store manager bowed deeply without question.

“I’m sorry, Chief. We’ll take care of it immediately.”

The manager hadn’t even considered that I was from Soonyang Group. He was absolutely certain I was a high-ranking executive from L Group.

Eventually, with all available store employees controlling access, our madam finally wore a satisfied smile and entered the store.

I could relax a bit now. But from this point on, Madam’s female secretary had to elevate all her senses to superhuman levels.

She had to accurately gauge Madam’s hand movements, her gaze lingering on clothes, and the time she spent on each item, and present them accordingly.

In just over ten minutes, she held exactly three items of clothing in her hands.

“What do you think? Does it look good?”

“The color is very vibrant….”

“Not you.”

Madam cut off the store manager’s opinion and turned her gaze to the newly hired man.

“Mr. Kim?”

The handsome man with the surname Kim simply offered a gentle smile.

“What do I know? If Madam wears it, it’s fashion.”

What? If she wears it, it’s fashion?

I barely managed to hold back a snort of disbelief.

If a woman over seventy wears brightly colored clothes, is that fashion? It’s being ridiculous.

But the old hag seemed thrilled by the young man’s compliment and grinned broadly. Whether young or old, compliments from a handsome man are the driving force behind a woman’s smile.

“Why don’t you try it on? I think it would look great on you.”

“Should I?”

Madam took the clothes and entered the fitting room at the young man’s suggestion.

“Mr. Kim, could you help me for a moment? The zipper is stuck.”

I thought I misheard. Calling a man to help with changing? Not the female secretary?

That’s when my suspicion turned into certainty. Mr. Kim wasn’t a bodyguard; he was Madam’s newly acquired toy.