I stormed— okay, not stormed, more like stomped dramatically— towards my cabin while cursing Mr. Jeon in my head with the passion of a grandma yelling at kids for stepping on her flower garden.
Like—did he REALLY have to do that?! Like was it written in his CEO manual?
Step 1: Ruin Mira Kim's peace.
Step 2: Look hot while doing it.
Why is he torturing me like this?!
Oh right. Revenge. Sweet, corporate-style revenge. Because I rejected his so-called marriage proposal. And now, apparently, I must suffer the consequences until I wither away at my desk like a forgotten office plant.
Finally, I reached my department, plopped my bag down with the grace of a sack of potatoes, and sank into my chair. But peace? Nope. Not even for a second.
Because suddenly—BAM!—In-young popped up in front of me like a horror movie jump scare. I nearly screamed.
"Tf?!" I blurted, clutching my imaginary pearls.
