If You Are Suited for the Villain's Secretary - Chapter 8

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If the Villain’s Secretary Suits Me
Chapter 8
In truth, Jeremy’s combat skills were rather crude.
They lacked the force of the wrestling matches the old Trading Company sailors used to do for amusement.
But the real problem was that he couldn’t see anything right now.
I barely managed to evade Jeremy’s second reckless charge.
“Shut up!”
Smack!
Before I could even steady myself, I reflexively blocked Jeremy’s outstretched arm with none other than my broom.
I tried to push Jeremy back with all my strength, but the difference in raw power was too great.
Jeremy’s face, slowly tilting toward me, twisted into a contemptuous smile.
“You’re the one who should know your opponent before picking a fight. How dare you challenge me so recklessly?”
It seemed my muttered words about “knowing your opponent” had struck a nerve.
But the “opponent” I meant was Aden, not me!
Before I could retort, Jeremy began pushing harder against the broom.
“Ugh!”
“You’d better tell me who sent you right now. Before I twist that neck of yours!”
‘Think. I need to think.’
Jeremy’s oppressive face loomed before me, but I desperately racked my brain.
How had those sailors fought?
Now that I thought about it, I recalled the words of a smaller sailor who had easily won at wrestling.
“I don’t have the strength, so it’s difficult for me to throw my opponent down.”
“Then how did you win?”
“Simple—make your opponent fall on their own. By taking advantage of the moment they underestimate you. Like this, if you guide them slightly….”
‘That’s it…!’
I quickly scanned my surroundings and made my decision.
Then.
“Tell me right now… Argh!”
Instead of pushing the broom, I yanked it back hard.
My pulling force combined with Jeremy’s pushing force, and for an instant, he lost his balance, stumbling forward.
My glasses flew off when they grazed Jeremy’s arm in the process,
“Hah, hah.”
But I managed to slip away just before his body crashed down on me.
Rolling down the opposite end of the Corridor, I stared at Jeremy approaching with an expression far more furious than before.
Cold sweat beaded on the hand gripping the broom, but I never averted my gaze.
‘I have to wait. There’s only one chance!’
I adjusted my grip on the broom, recalling what I’d noticed when I scanned the area.
“You damn wench…!”
Creak, creak.
It was the moment our eyes met as Jeremy slowly approached, stepping on the groaning floorboards.
“…Huh?”
He faltered for a moment.
‘What’s going on?’
I couldn’t fathom the reason.
But.
‘Now’s my chance!’
I seized the opportunity and brought my full weight down on the opposite end of the creaking plank beneath Jeremy’s feet.
Both our weights came down at once. And then.
“Ugh, uaaaah!”
Crack!
The old plank, already weakened by the tunnel dug beneath it and lacking any support beams, shattered.
At the same moment, Jeremy’s foot slipped through the gap.
And the broom I swung at precisely the right moment….
“Kugh!”
Whack―!
Connected squarely with Jeremy’s head.
***
“….”
“….”
And so here I was now.
“…That concludes my report.”
Summoned to Aden’s Office.
Damn it.
“….”
Throughout my entire report, Aden maintained his silence, and even after I finished explaining, he still said nothing.
Understandably so. He must be utterly baffled.
‘If I’d gone out on an errand and come back to find the corridor floor destroyed and a new hire tying up their senior, I’d be just as bewildered….’
It was unclear whether Aden would even believe my account.
Jeremy had indeed been the one to provoke me first, but without evidence, it was his word against mine.
No matter how I looked at it, I was a probationary employee on my first day, while Jeremy was still an employee who’d worked at La Mare for half a year.
If our testimonies conflicted, he might very well side with Jeremy.
‘Given the situation, I had no choice but to explain the Shell Company and the tunnel discovery, but seeing his expression hasn’t changed at all… Wait, could this not be Jeremy’s misconduct alone, but rather Aden secretly ordering him to raise slush funds or something?’
Or worse—was he planning to pin everything on me and cut ties?!
‘But Jeremy definitely mentioned the chairman. That’s why I thought he was a spy from Crimson?’
What was the truth here?
My mind spiraled with endless speculation and questions.
“Very well. I understand.”
Aden’s low, emotionless voice snapped me back to reality with a jolt.
But understanding? He wasn’t the type to accept things so readily.
“So I’ll ask you just one thing.”
I knew this would happen.
‘What else could he possibly want to ask?!’
My mind was in turmoil, but I adjusted my glasses and nodded as if composed.
“Was there perhaps something unclear in my explanation?”
“No, that’s not it.”
Then what?
Despite my efforts to maintain my expression, I felt cold sweat trickling down my back.
My mind was running through every possible simulation of what question might come next.
“Are you injured anywhere?”
“I’m sorry?”
It was a question I genuinely hadn’t anticipated.
Wait, did Aden just ask me if I was hurt…?
For a moment, I almost fell for it. Almost thought that even he possessed some shred of humanity.
“Your opponent lost consciousness, yet you appear to have no wounds. I was simply confirming.”
Ah, of course.
So Jeremy threw the first punch, but why don’t you have a single scratch? That must have been his suspicion.
It was genuinely unfair. My fists clenched involuntarily.
“…I was fortunate. Very fortunate, in fact.”
“Have you received training in martial arts?”
“No.”
But Jeremy knocked my glasses clean off, and the frame bent so badly that even after I straightened it, the marks remained!
…I barely swallowed those words and gave a curt answer instead.
If I mentioned how I’d defended myself by recalling the sailors’ wrestling techniques, this question-mark-obsessed murderer would surely follow up with more interrogation. Besides, it was technically true—I’d never formally trained.
“I see.”
But why does he have that look in his eyes, like ‘I know everything but I’ll let it slide’?
Exhaustion hit me all at once. I could feel muscle soreness setting in.
Yet there remained one glimmer of hope.
‘The way he’s acting… it seems I’m still not good enough for him, is it? Well, causing an incident on my very first day—maybe he’s laying groundwork to use that as an excuse to fire me…!’
Was I finally getting fired?
Just as my lips were beginning to curve upward with anticipation, I forced them back down.
“We won’t be holding Miss Gracia responsible for this incident.”
I was really hoping he would hold me responsible…
“Rather, compensation is only fitting. For Miss Gracia’s dedication shown to La Mare on her ‘first day of work’, ‘despite being on probation’.”
Compensation is fine and all, but why is he emphasizing those particular words?
“Every person has a position suited to them. Today’s events have provided sufficient grounds for my judgment of you, and as it happens, a vacancy has just opened up that seems perfectly suited for Miss Gracia.”
Surely not.
“The one-month probationary period becomes meaningless. So, congratulations, Miss Gracia.”
Surely not?
“Effective immediately, I am lifting Miss Gracia’s probationary status and appointing you as an official in-house secretary.”
“…”
“I look forward to working with you in the future.”
A soft rustling sound.
The [Employment Contract] was thrust before my stunned eyes.
And crossing Aden’s face as he handed me the document was….
“What are you doing? Sign it.”
Unmistakably, a faint smirk.
‘Damn this villain!’
***
“Ugh, uhhh….”
Jeremy’s eyes opened with a groan, his head still throbbing dully.
It was dark. Where was he?
When he tried to sit up, he was horrified to discover his body was bound tightly with rope.
‘Did that intern really tie me up and dump me here?’
But there was no time to remain in shock.
He had to escape before the Guild Master and his entourage returned. This was likely some corner warehouse of the Merchant Guild.
Jeremy thrashed about, struggling against his bonds, and cursed under his breath.
“Crazy bitch, she tied me up so damn tight!”
Jeremy had no idea about the special knots Iliana had learned from the sailors—he couldn’t even attempt to untie them.
Beaten and bound by a woman, no less!
‘Now that I think about it, the moment I saw that intern’s eyes, my body went rigid.’
It wasn’t because he was stupid. That woman had definitely used some kind of trick.
Could she have used some sort of magic artifact?
Unable to accept his defeat, he kicked at the empty air in frustration before suddenly freezing.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw a shadow.
‘What, what is that?’
An enormous shadow at that.

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