Mafia's secretary

Chapter 1: Danger game

Wang Yibo sat at his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he finished typing the last few lines of an important report. The clock on the wall showed it was well past 8 p.m., and most of the office had already gone home for the night. Yet here he was, still working. It wasn’t unusual—after all, being the secretary to Xiao Zhan, the cold and demanding CEO of Zhan Enterprises, meant late nights and endless tasks.

As Yibo clicked save, he let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples. His phone buzzed, and he glanced at it. A message from Ren Jia popped up.

Ren Jia: Still stuck at work? We need to go out for drinks after this! You’ve been working nonstop.

He quickly typed a response:
Yibo: You know how it is. I’ll see if I can leave soon, but I doubt it.

Just as he was about to shut his computer down, a familiar voice echoed from the door.

“Yibo.”

He stiffened immediately, recognizing the sharp tone of his boss. Xiao Zhan stood in the doorway, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit. His expression, as always, was unreadable—cold eyes, sharp jawline set in place, like a man who didn’t know the meaning of a smile.

“Yes, sir?” Yibo responded, rising to his feet, though his body was already exhausted.

Xiao Zhan stepped further into the room, holding a file in his hand. “I need this report done by tomorrow morning,” he said, placing it on Yibo’s desk without so much as a glance in his direction.

Yibo blinked in disbelief. He had just finished one report, and now another? “But, sir… it’s already late, and I had asked for some time off tomorrow.”

Xiao Zhan’s gaze snapped to Yibo, his expression turning even colder. “You’ll get your time off when the company doesn’t need you. Right now, we have an important deal, and I expect you to do your job.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut, but Yibo simply nodded. “Understood.”

Without another word, Xiao Zhan turned and left the room, leaving Yibo standing there, fists clenched in frustration. It was always like this. No matter how hard he worked, no matter how much effort he put into the job, Xiao Zhan never seemed to care. The cold CEO just piled more tasks on him, never giving him a moment to breathe.

Yibo sank back into his chair, staring at the file on his desk. Anger bubbled up inside him. He had been patient, so patient, but now he was nearing his breaking point. He couldn’t take it anymore. All he wanted was a break—just a few days to himself—but Xiao Zhan didn’t even give him that.

His phone buzzed again, this time from Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen: How’s the corporate overlord treating you today?

Yibo’s hands shook slightly as he typed back:
Yibo: Like always. He refused to give me any time off. I’m so tired of this, Chen.

After a pause, Zhao replied:
Zhao Chen: Why don’t you just quit? Or, you know, get even?

Yibo stared at the message, his mind racing. Get even. The idea hit him like lightning. Zhao’s comment had been a joke, but something dark stirred within Yibo. He could feel his frustration taking over his better judgment.

His eyes wandered to the corner of his desk, where an anonymous business card had been lying for weeks. He had been given the card during a random encounter—a contact for the Sean Mafia. Everyone in the city knew they were dangerous, but efficient, capable of carrying out any task… for a price.

Without thinking it through, Yibo picked up the card and dialed the number. His heart pounded as it rang, but he was too far gone to stop now. When someone answered on the other end, Yibo’s voice was steady.