Bomi's POV

Hello everyone! Yoon Bomi here! I am a simple and serious career woman working for the prestigious Jung Ads Unlimited. This company, as I've said, is one of the most prestigious advertising companies in the whole of South Korea. It's an elite company wherein more than half of the country's ads are contracted. Only the most talented, most creative, and most career-oriented are hired here. And as lucky as I am, I was hired to be the CEO's secretary.

I may lack the creativity the company's looking for, but my secretarial skills are no laughing matter. I graduated top of my class in Seoul University and was even certified by the university's president. To say that I am the best secretary out there would be an understatement. I am, as you can say, a humble and hardworking individual. All these praise just comes naturally, I guess.

So I'm babbling now. Should I go back to the matter at hand?

I was currently standing outside of my boss' door, impatiently tapping my foot on the floor. I've been knocking for a while now, and he still hasn't answered me yet. I clicked my tongue. "He went out again last again," I muttered.

My boss, the oh-so great Jung Ilhoon, is a descendant of one of South Korea's greatest artist. The talent that this guy has is beyond expectations. His parents are reknowned artists as well - both in the music and arts department. It's a matter of nature and nurture so to speak.

Though this genius of a CEO maybe quite the big shot, he's still a kid - a very spoiled kid.

I opened the lockpad and keyed in the password. I heard the click and swiftly opened the door. I lightly slapped my cheeks to brace myself. "You can do this Bomi-ah!" I cheered for myself.

I breathed in then went inside my boss' apartment.

My eyes were soon greeted with a trail of clothes going to the bedroom. I shook my head in dismay.

He brought home some girl again...

To say he’s a playboy would be taking things lightly. If he wasn’t my boss and I was just a common office worker, I would have pegged him as a gigolo.

I internally chuckle at the thought. “He