The boss's maid

*Chapter 1: The Slap - KOREA VERSION* _ --- The rent was 3 days overdue. My father’s hospital bill was past due. And I, Anita Kim — no relation — had exactly 50,000 won in my bag. I’m 25. I live with Appa and my brother Jade in a tiny one-room in Seoul. The loan sharks came yesterday. "Pay Mr. Michael’s debt in 7 days or we take everything," they said. I had to get a job. Any job. That’s how I ended up at *Wilson Group Tower*, Gangnam. The biggest company in South Korea. In America too. *Henry Wilson.* 30 years old. CEO. Billionaire. Playboy. The man on every magazine cover. The man no one dares to cross. I straightened my only black dress. The one I bought from the market. "Just get the office assistant job," I whispered to myself. "Clear Appa’s debt. Keep your head down. Don’t talk to anyone." The interview room was full of girls in designer heels and perfect makeup. And then HE walked in. Tall. Black suit. Jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Eyes cold like winter in Seoul. Henry Wilson. He scanned the room. His eyes stopped on me. On my cheap dress. On my worn-out shoes. He smirked. "What is she doing here?" he said in Korean, then switched to English. My face burned. I was desperate. "I’m here for the job, sir," I said, voice shaking. "I need it. Please." He walked closer. Too close. His cologne hit me. Expensive. Dangerous. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Desperate, huh? I like desperate girls. They’re entertaining." His fingers lingered on my cheek. Something snapped in me. Years of being looked down on because we were poor. Years of watching Appa suffer in the hospital. Years of rich men thinking they could touch me because I had no power. _SLAP!_ The sound echoed in the whole room. I just slapped Henry Wilson. The most powerful man in Korea. His face went blank for 1 second. Then... he smiled. A slow, dangerous smile that made my stomach drop. "Well, well," he said softly in English. Only I could hear. "You’re hired, Miss...?" "Anita," I whispered. "Anita," he repeated. Like he was tasting my name. "Congratulations. You now work for me. 24/7. Starting tonight." He leaned in, his breath on my ear. "And Anita? Don’t ever slap me again. Unless you want me to kiss you instead." The room went silent. Twenty girls were staring. And my heart... my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would break. I just slapped the CEO of Wilson Group. And he wants me. What did I just do? --- *TO BE CONTINUED* ---