บททั้งหมดของ MY SECRETARY HATES ME? [ ENGLISH VER. ] : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

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

Gianna's POVEvery bone in my body ached as I finally sank into my chair. I'd been running around all day, playing hostess to Mr. Locan's important visitor while he was off gallivanting, God knows where. Ms. Gada, ever the voice of reason, had told me to just handle things, saying that if we waited for that Francis, our guest would be napping from boredom. Seriously, where had that guy disappeared to? And why was his phone conveniently dead?Here I was, stuck in his ridiculously lavish office, craving a long, luxurious break. I was beyond exhausted, and frankly, I didn't give a damn if he threw a hissy fit about it; I was sprawled out on his ridiculously expensive sofa. I just wanted to go home, binge-watch something mindless, and sleep for a week, but no, I had to wait for him to grace us with his presence. It was almost eight o'clock, for crying out loud. Maybe I should just bail. But Ms. Gada had been so insistent: He'll be back, Gianna. Just wait for him. But when? Halley's Comet

"No! That's not true!" he roared, his voice echoing in the sudden silence."Ouch! Hey, what the hell? Let go of me!" I yelped, stumbling backward as he released my shoulders."That hurt, you know!" I snapped, finally losing my cool. My neck was throbbing from his violent shaking, and my shoulders ached from the force of his grip. Ugh, men. He gets drunk and turns into a toddler.He fell silent, his gaze fixed on me, his expression a confusing mix of anger and vulnerability. Then, without warning, he started to wail again, the sound pitiful and grating. What was with this guy? Panicked, I instinctively stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. "She doesn't want me, you don't want me, nobody wants me!" he sobbed, burying his face in my shoulder. "There, there... it's okay," I murmured, patting his back awkwardly, but it was like trying to soothe a hurricane."Look, how about I call Ms. Gada and have her take you home? You're clearly in no condition to get there on your own," I sug