The Maid | P.Sh

| 12 |

This morning I had succeeded in remembering that Sunghoon preferred vanilla tea in the morning, instead of the lemon tea I had served for him yesterday. He still seemed suspicious of me, but I just ignored it.

"Miss Jung," Sunghoon coldly spoke, standing beside my desk.

"Yes, mr. Park?" I questioned and looked up from the file in front of me.

"I have a meeting in ten minutes, you have to be there," he reminded.

"Of course, mr. Park," I hummed and stood up, before grabbing the meeting file on the table along with a pen to take notes, "and the meeting is about the new store chain, yeah?"

"You'll be finding out at the meeting," he coldly replied before striding towards the elevator, where I quickly ran after him to reach the elevator in time.

I watched as the elevator doors closed in front of me, and let out a small sigh of relief knowing that I hadn't gotten abandoned on the top floor.

"Tell me miss Jung," Sunghoon started and I immediately looked over at him, "how come you know exactly what to do as a secretary?"

"I worked at an office for a short time before being your maid, mr. Park," I spoke with a small smile. It took eveything in me to not snap the pen in my hand when he just let out a small scoff.

"Can't be a good office. Your work standards don't even live up to anywhere they should be for you to work here," he commented and I swear I nearly snapped the pen.

"Then it should be alright that your secretary returns tomorrow," I assured him and he snapped his head to me with wide eyes.

"He what?" he raised both his eyebrows at me and I pulled out a small note I wrote down earlier. I recall shoving it in my pocket, instead of actually doing anything with it.

"I got a call from mr. Shim earlier," I stated, "he'll be returning to his usual work by tomorrow morning. And then I was asked to wish you a lovely day," I finished reading over the note before shoving it back in my pocket.

"Hm, about time I got a more qualified secretary back. It's been a pain so far," Sunghoon muttered and I desperately refrained myself from letting out a small laugh of insanity. The urge I had to snap back at him, hit him, kick him, it was unbearable.

As the elevator stopped Sunghoon strode out and walked straight to a meeting room. The moment he stepped in everyone went silent and just stared at him, fear written over all their faces.

"Miss Jung, your seat's beside mine," Sunghoon coldly spoke as he sat down in his chair and I quickly walked over and sat in the seat beside him and opened the meeting file, "the meeting starts."

"Uh.. M-mr. Park?" an older man spoke up and Sunghoon immediately looked to him with a sharp stare, "t-the translator called it off... last minute."

"And why would a translator be needed?" Sunghoon folded his hands under his chin and the man that had spoken hesitantly pointed down to a man, seemingly from Europe. Sunghoon arched a brow before bowing his head towards the man, "mr. Dupont."

"Bonjour mr. Park," the man replied with a wide smile and Sunghoon sucked in a sharp breath.

"Seems like we'll be having some language barriers," Sunghoon stated and looked around at his employees, "so which one of you should try their shot at translating?"

It was completely silent as all the others in the room just stared at the table. I let out a small sigh, I almost felt bad for all these frightened men.

"No one?" Sunghoon questioned, he almost sounded amused, "then I guess I'll just have to pick at random."

"Mr. Park?" I spoke up and he held up his hand to immediately shut me, not even moving his head to look at me.