Summary
The CEO’s Social Death Diary
I am the CEO’s secretary. My daily job consists of cleaning up his messes.
When he gets caught pinning a starlet against a wall, I handle the PR.
When he totals a Rolls-Royce while street racing, I pay the damages.
When he gets rejected after a drunken confession, I write the apology letter.
Until one day, he got drunk, his eyes rimmed with red, and asked me, “Do you actually like me or not?”
I handed him my resignation letter with a smile. “I don’t. Furthermore, every single one of your most embarrassing moments over the last three years? I was the one who personally leaked them to the marketing accounts.”
“Oh, by the way, the video of your rejected confession from last night is already trending.”