All Chapters of MY SECRETARY HATES ME? [ ENGLISH VER. ] : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I had been waiting at this jeepney stop for what felt like an eternity, yet not a single ride seemed to be coming my way. Of all days, this had to happen. Today was my first day at work, and rumor had it my new boss was a veritable tyrant."Honestly, is anything even going to pass by?" I muttered to myself, frustration bubbling over. As if in response, the heavens themselves began to grumble. Thunder rolled, punctuated by flashes of lightning."Is it going to rain?" The question was so obvious, it felt ridiculous even to voice it. But my nerves were frayed, and I was arguing with myself. And then, the first drops fell, slowly escalating into a steady downpour.Just when I was about to succumb to despair, a jeepney finally appeared in the distance. It screeched to a halt, disgorging a handful of passengers. I seized the opportunity, clambering aboard. My bag, which I had instinctively used as a pathetic shield against the rain, was already thoroughly soaked. I managed to squeeze into a

My phone's alarm clock, a jarring screech in the otherwise quiet morning, dragged me from sleep. Groping for it on the nightstand, I silenced the noise and squinted at the time. 7:30 AM. A jolt of panic shot through me. I was late! I was supposed to be at Golden Scenery by 7:00 AM sharp. Damn it! I shot out of bed, grabbing a towel and rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower. After throwing on the first presentable outfit I could find, I grabbed a pandesal from the kitchen table and raced out the door, frantically searching for a ride. My first day, and I was already making a terrible impression.Arriving at the Golden Scenery company building in a breathless flurry, I was immediately recognized and ushered inside by the security guard, though not without a distinctly disapproving look. He probably remembered me from our less-than-pleasant encounter the other day. I practically hammered the elevator button, desperate to reach the top floor. How unprofessional can you be, Gianna! I

(A Day Prior)Francis's POVA brutal throb behind my eyes ripped me from the depths of unconsciousness. I groaned, instantly recognizing the sterile scent and dull ache that signaled a hospital room. "You're awake." The voice, familiar and laced with concern, drew my gaze to the doorway. Carl, my cousin and closest confidant, entered, his face etched with worry. He rushed to my side, helping me adjust against the pillows, and it was then that I registered the thick, sterile bandage wrapped around my head. A silent question formed in my mind."What happened?" I asked, my voice raspy and strained."Don't you remember anything? You were in a car accident," Carl replied, his brow furrowed with a deep crease of worry. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to summon the memories, but the effort only intensified the pounding in my skull. Fragments flickered – rain, blinding headlights, a sudden, sharp pain – but they remained disconnected, elusive."I... I don't remember anything," I confessed