Corporate Villain
Copyright© 2025 by K.W
Chapter 2
Sweating in the hot bath and successfully slimming down my worries, it’s only now that it doesn’t feel real.
Until now, I must have been intoxicated by the proposal given by the executive.
Is my rationality finally returning?
I’m to marry Kang Moon-jung, the sole legitimate heir of Daeyoung?
How?
Is this even a plausible situation?
Can I really go through with this marriage just because I’ve set my mind to it?
Ah, who knows. There must be a reason for such a proposal.
Having roughly finished soaping up, I stepped outside.
Using the public bath.
No matter how long I try to wash, anxiety keeps me from going over 40 minutes.
Such is the life of an executive assistant.
Never knowing when the call will come.
The anxiety of dropping my phone is unsettling.
I casually shake off the moisture from my body and stand in front of the mirror where the hair dryer lies.
As expected, I look my best right after a shower.
Do I have ... the kind of face that would captivate a chaebol family?
The thought is so amusing that I can’t help but let out a laugh.
After drying my hair until it’s fluffy, I turn towards my locker.
That’s when my eyes catch the beverage fridge.
“...”
Normally, I find the drinks sold inside the bathhouse overpriced, so I prefer to use the convenience store after my bath.
10 billion.
Strangely, I don’t seem to mind this level of overcharge anymore.
Yet...
Yet, I resist.
After all, once I step outside, convenience stores are scattered everywhere on the streets, offering more choices at cheaper prices.
Pocari Sweat.
It’s just not human to buy that for 2,000 won.
I unlock the locker with the key I had around my ankle.
And immediately, I check my phone...
Sure enough, there were several messages from the executive director.
First, two missed calls, and when I didn’t answer, he left a message on KakaoTalk.
– Can’t see my pad.
Pad?
Why can’t he see something that big?
I hastily put on my underwear and call the executive director.
“I’m sorry for not answering your call, sir. I was taking a shower.”
– Sorry for calling at this hour. If it’s okay, could you check if my pad is in the back seat of the car?
“In the car?”
– Didn’t I use the pad in the car earlier?
I really couldn’t remember.
Usually, I would have remembered something like that.
After receiving the bombshell proposal from the executive to enter into a contract marriage, it seems I’ve been somewhat intoxicated with the idea throughout the afternoon schedule.
“I’ll go out and check right now. Is there anything important inside? Like confidential information?”
― No, nothing as confidential as that. It’s locked with facial recognition anyway. But it’s such a hassle, you know. Getting a new one, reinstalling everything, transferring data.
“Understood. I’ll go check right away and call you back.”
― Sorry to bother you. I need a favor.
“No problem at all.”
Executive Kang Moon-jung.
He really requires a lot of attention.
Externally, he’s crafted an image of being flawless, but occasionally, he surprises you with his carelessness.
Of course, I know.
He’s someone who needs to be concerned about many significant things.
He’s someone who has many battles to fight to maintain his position.
Perhaps he even thinks he’s taking on the world all by himself.
Sometimes he can’t even remember what he had for lunch that day, asking at dinner, “What did we have for lunch today?” unable to recall.
His focus is solely on work, on business.
So much so that he doesn’t pay much attention to anything else, even the food he eats.
That’s why I have to keep looking after him.
Sigh...
My thoughts grow heavy again.
As I hurriedly dress to check the back seat of the car, suddenly, the words she said to me before leaving the office come to mind.
“Deputy Director Yoon, you’re someone I absolutely need. Among the few on my side, you’re the only one who can come to me without worrying about others whenever I need you.”
Damn it...
Is the reason I decided to go through with this marriage really just because of the huge sum of 10 billion won the executive offered?
And for the past three years and three months, without a day off, not even weekends or holidays, I’ve rushed to the executive’s side at her call without any complaints. What really drove me to do that?
Was it because my salary depended on it?
Because she was the boss I served?
Because she was the sole legitimate heir of the Daeyoung family?
Or ... was it because of a personal fan’s affection?
To tell you the truth, when I first saw Executive Kang Moon-jung, who joined Mulsan as a manager for the European region while I was working there as an assistant, I thought she was from another world.
Even before she started her group life to receive management training, she was already a star comparable to IU.
He is the sole legitimate heir of the Daeyoung family.
How many in South Korea could possibly be unaware that Vice President Kang Young-jin was the long-awaited illegitimate child of Chairman Kang Man-ho, born outside of wedlock?
And as if by a twist of fate, just as Vice President Kang Young-jin was born, Executive Director Kang Moon-jung was miraculously born to the then-living matriarch of the Daeyoung family, the late Ahn Young-hee.
It was the scandal of the century, the drama of the century, and at the heart of that story was Executive Director Kang Moon-jung, which is why seeing her for the first time at Mulsan felt like encountering a celebrity.
It was as if I could see the aura people often speak of emanating from her.
I’ll never forget our first conversation in the company cafeteria, when she sat down next to me with a smile and placed her tray down.
“Deputy Yoon Tae-sik? I’m Kang Moon-jung. I’ll be counting on your help from now on. Please take good care of me.”
At that moment, I was so nervous and trembling that I blurted out a curt “Yes, I understand,” as if I really could be of help to her, as if I was someone who should take good care of her.
And I’ll never forget the time at Mulsan when I was tied to her direct line, a special team, and had to play a supporting role on a business trip to Andalusia, Spain.