Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Boss is a Secretive K-Drama Freak?!!: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Hailey.If anyone had told me last month that I’d be fake-dating my emotionally constipated, K-drama–addicted boss — I would’ve laughed, cried, then blocked them for manifesting nonsense into my life.But here we are.Monday morning.Ten a.m. sharp.And Ethan Jang, Seoul’s walking iceberg in a designer suit, has just announced to the entire executive floor:“I’m in a relationship.”Silence.The kind of silence that hums with scandal and suppressed gossip.Then, with the confidence of a man who has lost his mind but not his posture, he adds—“With my assistant. Miss Hailey Park.”Coffee cups drop. Someone audibly gasps. I think I briefly leave my body.“I’m sorry, WHAT?!” I whisper-yell the moment we’re back in his office.He doesn’t even look up from his laptop. “Public relations strategy. The rumor needed redirecting.”“Redirecting?! You just redirected me into unemployment!”He calmly sips his Americano. “Don’t exaggerate. You’re gaining valuable experience.”“Experience in what?! D

Hailey Park.If there’s one thing K-dramas have taught me, it’s this:Rain = feelings.The heavier the downpour, the more chaotic your love life is about to become.And right now, Seoul looks like it just got dumped by the universe.Sheets of rain slam against the office windows, thunder growling like background music to my impending breakdown. Which, let’s be honest, is fitting — because my boss has just said the six words no assistant wants to hear on a stormy Tuesday afternoon:“We’re going outside. For the rehearsal.”I stare at him. “You mean the Rain Scene rehearsal? The one where two characters suddenly realize they’re in love and someone inevitably gets pneumonia?”Ethan adjusts his cufflinks — immaculate, emotionless, the picture of corporate precision. “Yes.”“Sir, that’s a metaphorical scene. For feelings. Feelings you don’t even believe in.”He glances up, deadpan. “That’s why I need practice.”Practice.He said that with a straight face.“Sir,” I say slowly, “you are not

~ Hailey Park ~If someone had told me that working for Ethan Jang would eventually lead to me fake-dating him and getting trending hashtags dedicated to our “office romance,” I would’ve laughed, quit, and maybe changed my name.But here we are. Day three of Operation Fake Dating the Emotionally Robotic CEO Who Secretly Cries Over K-Dramas.And let me tell you he’s starting to glitch.“Who is that?”That’s how this morning starts.Not with coffee. Not with our usual banter about my questionable punctuality or his caffeine-fueled god complex.Just those three words.I look up from my desk to find Ethan standing there tailored suit, expensive tie, and that faint expression of corporate homicide he gets when the world doesn’t follow his PowerPoint schedule.I blink. “Good morning to you too, Mr. Sunshine.”He doesn’t move. His eyes flick toward the bouquet sitting on my desk a massive arrangement of pink roses that smell like wealth, regret, and someone who uses “😉” unironically.“Wh

~ Hailey Park ~You know that saying, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”?Yeah, no. Whoever said that never had to ride an elevator alone with Ethan Jang.It’s been three days since The Contract Kiss Disaster™ — also known as the near-death experience where my soul left my body mid–K-drama rehearsal — and now my life has become one long outtake reel.The memes still haven’t died.Corporate Confidential has published four separate “body language analysis” videos.And someone in HR started a betting pool called “When Will the CEO Finally Melt?”(Last I checked, I was the top contender for Cause of Meltdown. Great. Love that for me.)So, when I walk into the office Monday morning and find an email waiting from the devil himself — a.k.a. Subject: Rehearsal 2: Elevator Scene — I immediately start Googling ways to fake my own death convincingly.No luck.Because five minutes later, the intercom purrs:“Miss Park. My office. Now.”Oh, here we go.I walk in, clutching my iced coffee l

~ Hailey Park ~Let me just say this loud and clear for everyone in the back —I. DID. NOT. SIGN. UP. FOR. THIS.When I accepted this job, I expected caffeine abuse, unpaid overtime, and emotional trauma delivered via PowerPoint.Not to be Korea’s accidental sweetheart because my boss decided to have a midlife crisis in HD.Now every news outlet in Seoul and possibly half of Asia thinks I’m secretly dating Ethan Jang, the man whose idea of affection is not firing me yet.So here I am, sitting in a PR conference room, in full makeup (that I did not consent to), surrounded by executives plotting our fake love story arc.Across from me sits him Ethan “Emotionally Constipated” Jang in his stupidly perfect black suit, scrolling through fan tweets like he’s reviewing stock reports.“#JangLeeLoveLine is trending again,” he says, like he’s reading quarterly profits.“Of course it is!” I snap. “You’re the human embodiment of a K-drama cliffhanger! People think you proposed to me on the roo