The Secretary's Definition of Weakness
He had announced that he would no longer use a driver for his commute. When his dedicated chauffeur heard the news, he rushed to his office for the first time, looking flustered.
"D-did I... perhaps drive poorly...?"
"...?"
"I apologize if I did. I must have been too relaxed. I heard the word that you would be driving yourself home... I've grown old, and I think I've become too accustomed to the Director taking such good care of me..."
The driver, whose hair was already showing streaks of gray, bowed his head so profusely that it became quite a hassle to calm him down.
"You don't need to stay until I leave. You can assist other executives instead."
"I didn't know that... I was worried I might have fallen out of favor. I thought this old man had made a mistake..."
"'Old man,' you say? Thanks to you, I can even talk in my sleep in the car every morning."
"I will serve you even more comfortably from now on."
Of course, it was incredibly convenient to have a chauffeur drive him home. In the early days of his marriage, he had often driven himself to pick her up, and every time he did, he would become unnecessarily sensitive. The tension that came with gripping the steering wheel didn't seem to disappear even after turning thirty. But now, having a driver around was... well, quite inconvenient.
Because:
"Senior, so when are you coming over for the housewarming?"
"I don't know. I have too much work..."
As soon as 6:00 PM hit, she was already waiting in his car. He would carry his briefcase, shut down his computer, neatly organize the stray papers, and head to the underground parking lot. Once he slid into the driver's seat, she would inevitably use that title—"Senior"—and her voice would change accordingly.
"So, you're heading straight home today, right?"
"Yeah... I need to go home quickly and check if anything is missing. Since my secretary just moved in..."
"I just need you to come, Senior. Oh, by the way..."
Right. It was time for this.
"...It's been a while lately."
"I get it. Let's do it now."
"You don't hate it, do you?"
"I'm just really tired. You know better than anyone how much work I have."
"Yeah. Then hurry to the backseat..."
Then, as he sat in the backseat, she would carefully climb onto his lap. He would skillfully unbutton her blouse, undo her bra hook with one hand, cup her breasts, and begin to tease her nipples. He would slowly flick them with his fingers, and she would moan,
"I told you to tell me when you're going to... use your mouth... haa-ung!"
"Whatever you do, it's all good."
A lot had changed for Eunbyul in the last month. On weekends, and sometimes even on weekday evenings if time permitted, Eunbyul and Jia would often stick together, teaching each other how to handle household chores and, of course, how to satisfy him. It was only natural that things would change.
The doubt of whether this was right always existed in the back of his mind, but—
"You're just tasting your secretary's breasts... seriously, aren't you ashamed of your position?"
"At least I don't resort to blackmail like some people."
"Just how long are you going to keep bringing that up, ugh... keep bringing it up, haa, I can't... I can't even speak...!"
There was a certain thrill in "disciplining" her whenever she talked back like this.
"Don't you... want to get paid... quickly?"
"Why do you always do that? If you want to do it, can't you just say so?"
"...."
"Since we've decided to do it—"
After cutting her off, Eunbyul, looking down at him with flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes, whispered,
"How am I supposed to say that... with my own mouth? Haa... okay?"
"Your panties seemed to be telling me that a while ago."
"If you keep doing that... I won't give it to you, seriously...!"
"Then I'll stop doing this, too."
It felt almost like he was selling his body to a woman for money, but since Eunbyul had caught on to the situation to some extent, it was a loss for her to back out now.
In M&A, acquiring the shares of the existing majority shareholder is standard, but acquiring the shares of the majority shareholder's "special relations"—which includes spouses, lineal ascendants, lineal descendants, and relatives—becomes quite a tricky issue. M&A staff literally had to track down every spouse, child, relative, and sibling to persuade them to sell. If it were like in the cartoons, where A holds 30%, B holds 20%, and the remaining 1% is bought through a public tender offer, the M&A consulting departments of accounting firms would have all gone out of business.
Let's get a bit more high-level and realistic. If Seongjeong Co.'s daily trading volume is 200,000 to 220,000 shares, and we calculate at 90,000 won per share, acquiring 1% of the shares—about 130 billion won—through a public tender offer would require buying 1,444,444 shares. Not only would you have to execute a purchase amounting to 700% of the daily trading volume, but if you bought even 100,000 shares, Seongjeong would undoubtedly hit the upper limit price that day. What if they presented an absurd asking price and refused to sell? You'd have to do it while biting the bullet. I've already explained why you'd be forced to.
"Are you really... going to stop?"
"...No, Eunbyul. Um, Byul-ah. ...That..."
"You don't want to, do you? Ah... I see."
Suppose Eunbyul started buying a few thousand shares a day with the shares she already held. Since she had 800 billion won, she could acquire 6% of Seongjeong Co. This in itself was terrifying. Even if it didn't succeed, it was something that shouldn't happen. On top of that, if he were to stop now and Doowon's M&A staff had to go to Eunbyul and kneel, begging her to sell—
"The Support Division Director there rubbed me the wrong way. Buy them at 180,000 won per share."
"..."
"If you don't like it, you know the 5% rule, right?"
If someone holding 5% of a listed company's shares becomes hostile toward Doowon, a massive risk that could lead to a management dispute looms over the company. They wouldn't do something as insane as dumping that 5% on the market, but if Eunbyul were to go crazy and release 6% of Seongjeong's shares into the market after the M&A was all but complete, the company would hit the lower limit for at least a week. Furthermore, 5% is classified as a "major shareholder" under commercial law. Not only is there the right to express opinions independently without coordinating with other shareholders at the general meeting, but if Doowon were to appoint a Seongjeong executive in its capacity as the majority shareholder, a single dissenting vote would be enough to cause a tectonic shift. Even the Korea Exchange's Market Oversight Commission mandates that anyone holding more than 5% of shares must report within 5 days if they plan to engage in shareholder activities for the purpose of influencing management or improving governance, or face criminal charges. That was how significant a 5% stake acquisition was.
And this ticking time bomb, with its infinite potential, was currently soaking her panties on his lap, getting her breasts teased.
"I get it. I'll be the one to say it first."
"The tent over your pants seems to be saying it already, though..."
"Quiet."
She chuckled, saying she was just joking, and asked him to hold her. He did as she asked. Honestly, Eunbyul's attempt to blackmail him with a contract and her causing a scene at his house were unforgivable, but separate from that, he had realized she was an important person. He recognized that she was a presence who helped him in many ways, both at home and at the company, and finally—
"I'm still relieved, though."
"Why? What is it?"
"Because the way you look at me seems to have changed a little."
Right. To be honest, his anger toward Jia had subsided to some extent, and the shock caused by Eunbyul's audacity had also faded. Moreover, that blouse she wore—he had no idea where she bought it. Seeing his secretary sitting quietly beside him, wearing a blouse that looked like her breasts were about to burst out of it, made his heart flutter intensely. Furthermore, the fact that he could touch it, that he could touch it whenever he wanted, and that the secretary would be thrilled to death when he did—this brought him comfort and pleasure. Since such a woman was also good at her job, it was inevitable that his gaze would change, just as she said.
"Senior, when did you have sex with Jia unnie?"
"...Two days ago."
"Was it good?"
"Well, better than before..."
"Tsk, I thought if I took a step back like that, I'd get more out of it, but it was better for unnie..."
If he held Jia for the taste of ravishing a married woman who was always wet with desire, Eunbyul was the taste of teasing a young, entry-level female employee at will. The sense of immorality he felt because she was his secretary was also a plus. So, he told her the truth:
"Seo Jia is fine, but you have your own merits, too... so I wish you wouldn't think like that."
"What... what merits?"
"Just, the thought of ravishing my secretary... what should I call it? The thrill of committing a crime, something you shouldn't be doing?"
"So you're confessing right now that you're a Director who habitually commits sexual crimes?"
He thought she might be pulling out a recorder again, but—
"I knew you'd say that, so I brought an extra pair of panties. Since the executive I serve is a sex offender, I even have to prepare things like this..."
"...Right, good preparation—"
Eunbyul then rubbed the tips of her breasts against his lips again,
"If... seriously, haa... if I don't want to get fired from the company,"
"..."
I have no intention of firing you, even if you don't do this—
"I'm a weak secretary, so..."
"...Weak...?"
No, you were acting like you were going to blackmail me with money earlier; you don't look weak at all, that...
"I have no choice, ugh, ugh, no choice but to...!"
That doesn't seem like you have "no choice."
"Let you ravish me, just as the Director wishes....♡"
Like that, Eunbyul tried to focus on maximizing his sense of immorality.
....It didn't suit her at all.
