What's Wrong With Assistant Kang?

6. Won't Let You Go

"What?!" Jaehee basically screeched at her boss's statement. What was going on?!

Jumin opened his grey-colored eyes and looked at her again, a triumphant smirk decorating his face. "Indeed, it's written in your contract." He revealed the cursed piece of paper for her to see.

Jaehee almost snatched the contract from Jumin's hand as she located the words he had affirmed she agreed to. She wasn't able to find them anywhere until she stared firmly at the extremely tiny letters written at the very bottom.

If I, Jaehee Kang, decide to resign my job as C&R International's Chief Assistant, my final duty will be training a new intern to take my place instead in a very correct manner.

"..." The brown-haired young woman was officially speechless.

"Always check for the small letters, Assistant Kang," Jumin adviced her smoothly, interwining his fingers together.

Jaehee still couldn't bring herself to speak. Her conflicted gaze shifted from the paper to the Ceo-in-line's content face and she could practically feel her blood boil.

"You're always prepared, aren't you, Mr. Han?" she asked with a clear passive-aggressive tone.

Jumin nodded, oblivious to her actual intentions.

Jaehee took off her glasses with a sigh, grabbing a napkin from her pocket so she could distract herself cleaning them. "...Fine. I suppose I have no choice."

"Great. Training an intern properly, especially for such a high position as yours, takes at least around four months," he told her, pushing back his seat and getting up before adjusting his suit.

"So you'll have plenty of time to reconsider your resignation, Jaehee." He smiled sincerely at her while somehow casually calling her by her first name.

Said woman was actually surprised at the feat, but brushed it off with another sigh. "So, when will I begin the training?" she inquired.

"As soon as anyone comes for an interview, of course."

"At least I know that won't take too long..." Jaehee reassured herself, knowing most women would kill to become Jumin Han's personal assistant.

..

Some time later, Jumin found himself having a causal lunch with none other than Seven himself at a nice restaurant he frecuented.

"Soooo will you tell me why you forced me here?" the red-haired 22-year old man asked with a sly grin as usual.

"I mean, the food's good and all, but it isn't really like Mr. Han to invite his best bud Luciel to dinner!" Seven continued, cheerfully digging in onto a piece of steak.

"Seven..." Jumin started, ignoring all the words he had spouted so far. "Did you know Assistant Kang plans to quit?"

"Eh?! Really?" Luciel spat out his soda with astonishment, causing Jumin to glare at him with irritation which Luciel didn't mind. "Wow...! Sucks to be you."

Jumin's glare intensified at the discomforting sentence.

"I mean," Seven corrected himself, "I feel bad for you, Jumin, but I'm glad for Jaehee."

"And why is that?"

"Well, duh!" The red-head rolled his eyes at the obvious. "Jaehee deserves so much better than being your overworked slave for the rest of her capital-driven life!"

The tall man of raven hair raised an eyebrow at his incoherent words. Assistant Kang wasn't a slave. She was merely an excellent worker.

"You may not see it cuz you're blind as heck unless it comes to Elly but!" Luciel raised a sharp finger for emphasis. "Jaehee obviously won't get what she actually needs unless she leaves you!"

"That still doesn't make any sense to me," Jumin admitted, shaking his head slightly. "Why wouldn't she get what she wants with me?"

Seven suddenly became silent for a complete minute straight, filled with shock.

"What—"

"Do you know what you just said, Mr. Trust Fund Kid?!" He loudly banged the table as he got up with clear bewilderment. "Do you know what you just said?!"

"...Yes. I believe I do." Jumin glanced away awkwardly at the scene Luciel was shamelessly causing right now, making literally everyone stare their direction.

He would so never invite Luciel to brunch again.

"Do you even know what Jaehee wants?!"

"Of course I do. She explained it to me just this morning..." The silver-eyed man sighed in response. "She wants to find a 'dream job' and 'get married'. It's quite foolish to wish for such unstable things if you ask me."

"Jumin Han! You stupid genius!" Luciel bellowed with a suspicious glint in his lenses.

"Will you please refrain from yelling...?" Jumin pleaded as he rubbed his temples with slight embarrassment; he was already used to Seven anyway.

"If what Jaehee wants is to get married, you're basically saying you'd marry her to stop her from leaving," Seven finally explained blankly.

Jumin's eyes widened like plates in response.

Marry Jaehee? Him marrying Jaehee so she wouldn't quit?!

What a ridiculous—

Actually... It wasn't such a ridiculous idea.

"Hmm... " The Executive Director hummed after a while of consideration. "It could work."

"Huh?!" Luciel's glasses almost broke from utter shock. He was actually considering it?!

707 had just been messing with him...! He hadn't expected Jumin to actually listen!

"Alright..." Jumin concluded, closing his eyes while in deep thought. "I'll ask Assistant Kang if she wishes to marry me as soon as I spot her again. Maybe that'll make her change her mind."

"What— Ju— Jumin—" Seven kept stumbling over his words, unable to formulate a correct sentence.

"Thank you for your time, Seven. I'll be leaving now," the Ceo-in-line informed him before getting up and walking away, too distracted to actually pay for the restaurant (or eating anything for that matter) before marching out.

Meanwhile, Seven was too astounded to actually notice when the waiter brought him the extremely expensive check and demanded for him to pay.

Jumin Han is gonna ask Jaehee Kang to marry him?!

...This is gonna be good.