Corporate Villain
Copyright© 2025 by K.W
Chapter 23
The first-class check-in lounge was striking, with a wide red carpet spread over the marble floor.
Manager Noh approached us, sliding the issued tickets into our passports.
“There are no other reservations,” he said.
“Oh, lucky!”
The first-class section only had eight seats.
I should have booked a center seat instead of one by the window if I knew it would be like this.
Whether he knew of my regret or not, the executive seemed content enough with the fact that he could travel to Spain comfortably without caring about the stares of others.
“You can use the first-class lounge as soon as you enter...”
I cut off Manager Noh mid-sentence.
“That’s enough. I’ve been escorting the executive long enough to know better than you, Manager Noh, don’t I?”
Yet, Manager Noh seemed uneasy.
“I should accompany you...”
“Wow, Manager Noh. Your eyes and mouth are saying different things?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your mouth says you should come with us, but your eyes are practically begging to check in quickly ... isn’t that right?”
“Ah, the director is really...”
“Why follow, why. Why would you tag along on someone else’s honeymoon?”
The executive listening in joined the conversation.
“If you’re that worried, let’s go together. Go and get another ticket for Manager Noh. Weren’t there no other reservations? This is the time to experience first-class cheaply.”
At the executive’s words, Manager Noh’s face turned pale, and I took the passports with the tickets from him, saying,
“You’ve worked hard helping with the wedding.”
“Not at all.”
Manager Noh really did help a lot.
Especially the day before the wedding, when he went down to Daejeon alone to bring my mother, and yesterday, when he took her back to Daejeon.
I’ve been the executive’s personal secretary for over three years and have accompanied him on a week-long overseas business trip, but the schedule last week was more mentally taxing and challenging than any of those.
Though it’s called a honeymoon, it’s more of a business trip to Spain to negotiate directly with olive farm owners.
Still, on the way back, I thought I should definitely bring back a small token of appreciation for Manager Noh, and with that in mind, I escorted the executive inside.
We entered the first-class lounge, planning to spend a short time, about 30 minutes.
Even there, he had not taken off the mask until after boarding the plane, carefully removing it as the executive spoke.
“Do you have to open your laptop as soon as you sit down?”
“We have to go straight to Seville as soon as we land in Malaga.”
The meeting with the farm owners is set.
“Are you a machine or what? Take a breath. You’re making me tired just looking at you.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the executive’s words.
“It seems you’re finally relaxing a bit.”
“What is?”
“The fact that you’re nitpicking.”
That’s the executive’s style.
When he’s focused on something, or when the schedule is tight, he never looks away.
He’s not one to make such playful complaints, even in jest.
“No, it’s not nitpicking. I’m just saying because you turned on your laptop as soon as you sat down.”
“Dealing with the Andalusians, especially the farm owners who believe they are the privileged class to their bones, is not as easy as you think.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
“Of course, our side must be flawless, and we need to relentlessly exploit any weaknesses they have. I haven’t been able to focus on this part for the past week because of the wedding preparations.”
“If someone overheard you, they’d think Yun, the executive, was heavily involved in the wedding?”
I have nothing to say about that.
I, too, certainly had to pay attention to calling our guests and other minor details.
But the executive, who turned our wedding from a mere marriage into a means to solidify a positive image for himself and me within Daeyoung Group, is incomparable.
Watching the executive, who didn’t let up for a moment from the wedding announcement to the wedding day itself, just yesterday, using Han Shin Newspaper and several other media outlets, as well as viral marketing to shape public opinion according to his plan, I couldn’t help but think he was remarkable.
He must have been running simulations in his head even before he proposed to me.
A born businessman.
The 10 billion he proposed to me.
The 5 billion he gave in advance.
Externally, he created a value for Daeyoung Group’s favorability through our marriage that could be tens, maybe even hundreds of times the amount, and internally, he successfully imprinted the name Kang Moon-jung, his presence, against the entire Daeyoung Group.
At least for this trip to Spain, I should let the executive rest.
That way, when we return, he can charge forward towards his goals without hesitation.
“We have to finish it in one go. The schedule isn’t set for long, and I’m doing this to avoid wasting precious days on the same content for renegotiation.”
“Will we have time to see the Alhambra Palace?”
“Do you want to go there?”
“Would I have never been there before? I have. It was wonderful. I was just saying, if I have time, I’d like to visit again.”
“Now that you’ve been there, let me introduce you to an even better place next time.”
“A better place?”
“To do that, I need to wrap up the contract renewal in one go.”
“Uh, uh, uh, uh ... You’re telling me not to talk because you have to work now? Yes, yes, I’m sorry, Director Yoon Tae-sik. Go ahead, work. I’ll just sit quietly by myself from now on, not disturbing you.”
It’s a direct flight to Malaga, not Madrid, so it requires a 16-hour flight.
16 hours.
It was enough time to mentally craft and complete the scenario of pressuring the farmers with my own style, backed by the large signboard of Daeyoung Group, and silencing them.
Malaga Airport, reputedly well-maintained within Europe.
Yet, the limescale stains and the Spanish color palette plastered over the shops in the terminal building.
For a moment, I forgot the fact that I came escorting the executive for a major contract, as the scent of Spain I was experiencing for the first time in four and a half years made my heart flutter.
“I’m Jinsung Cheol, the branch manager of Madrid. You must be tired from the long flight.”
The branch manager himself came to meet us at the airport.
Branch Manager Jinsung Cheol.
The angle at which he bent forward towards Executive Kang Moon-jung reminded me of the StarTAC flip phone I used in the early 2000s.
“I’m Kang Moon-jung.”
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