Chapter Four – Baek Yuna POV (Seo Minjae in Her Body)
The air in the CEO's office felt heavy enough to choke me.
I stood in front of his sleek black desk, stiff like a soldier awaiting execution, while Park Jaehun lounged back in his leather chair—arms folded, eyes fixed on me with unreadable annoyance.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, every employee was blatantly watching. Heads were poking over desk dividers, whispers spreading like wildfire. Fantastic. A full audience for my humiliation.
I slowly turned my head toward the workers staring at me like it was a drama premiere.
Then I turned back toward Jaehun.
His expression hadn't softened. If anything, he looked deep in thought—probably calculating exactly how to ruin me.
Would he fire Yuna?
Would I destroy her life in the FIRST hour of my reincarnation?
Dori is going to murder me.
My glorious Greek-god body… I might never get it back.
All my plans? Dying just like I did.
But if he thought he could intimidate me, he was wrong. I may be in Yuna's body, but inside, I was still Seo Minjae. And I refused to let some rich, arrogant CEO crush me.
Suddenly, he pushed back his chair and stood up so abruptly I flinched.
He walked toward me slowly. I stepped back.
He stepped closer.
I stepped back again.
Then—boom—my back hit the glass wall.
Great. Perfect. Fantastically trapped.
Jaehun exhaled sharply, irritation flashing in his eyes.
"Go back to your work, Yuna."
…Wait. That was it?
I blinked. "Yes, sir."
I turned toward the door, paused, then turned back.
"Only that?"
His lips curled into a smirk that was way too dangerous.
"Of course not," he said smoothly. "From today on, you're my slave. If I call you at 3 a.m., you come. If I want something, you bring it. Understand?"
I froze.
…Slave?
This bastard wanted to make me his personal servant?
Keeping my voice cold, I asked, "And what if I say no?"
He smirked wider, like he was waiting for the question.
"Then you're fired."
For one glorious second, I swear my soul actually LEFT Yuna's body and floated above us in despair.
I inhaled sharply. "Okay. Whatever you want."
Why did I even ask? Why am I this stupid? Why am I like this?
"Good," he said lazily. "Now go."
I nodded stiffly and left the office.
As soon as I stepped out, the whispering hit me like a slap.
"Did she flirt with him?"
"Yuna is unbelievable."
"She's lucky he didn't fire her."
"Must be nice being the CEO's… entertainment."
"She probably thinks she's the main character."
"She walks like she owns the place, but she's broke!"
I kept walking, pretending I didn't hear a thing, even though each comment stabbed harder than the last.
Desk 47… where is it…
Finally, I spotted it and sat down—only to be greeted by what looked like an entire mountain range of paperwork. A Himalaya of doom.
"All of this… for me?" I whispered in horror.
Suddenly, another stack of files slammed onto my desk.
I snapped my head up. "Am I the ONLY one working here?!"
Standing before me was a breathtaking woman—elegant, sharp, flawless. Her badge read: Han Hanna.
Of course she had to be pretty. Of course she had to look like she walked out of a drama.
She eyed me with cool detachment. "You're the one who needs to work, Yuna."
Oh no.
This woman… was exactly my type. Minjae's type.
Dangerous. Beautiful. Untouchable.
I nodded like an idiot. "Yes. Yes, of course."
Why did I say yes so quickly?
I am such a playboy—even trapped in a woman's body, I can't control myself.
But Hana?
She didn't look like someone who could be a friend… or an ally.
More like someone who'd step on Yuna without blinking.
She walked back to her desk with graceful confidence while I sat frozen, caught between two nightmares:
1. Surviving the CEO who wanted to turn me into his personal slave.
2. Controlling myself around this ridiculously elegant woman.
Amazing.
Truly amazing.
First day as Baek Yuna, and instead of improving her life, I was making it ten times worse.
this time Dori is seriously going to kill me.