My Boss is a CHICKEN?!

I reached the front of the Jeon mansion and stepped out of my car like I was about to get sacrificed.

Praise the Lord.

May they not feed me to the dog.

May they not turn me into a chicken nugget. Amen.

I tiptoed toward the giant mahogany gate like I was entering a possessed palace straight out of a horror K-drama. Their house name was literally engraved in mahogany. Not painted. Engraved. Rich people flex in fonts too, apparently.

Of course, the security guy blocked me faster than my ex when I asked for emotional availability.

"Excuse me" I started, voice sweet and professional.

"No" he said.

That's it. No explanation. Just "No."

As if I asked to marry his daughter.

"I'm here to see Mr. Junghyun. I have an appointment this time, I swear—"

"No."

He didn't even blink. Just stood there like a wax statue from the museum of 'Denied Entries.'

"What if I told you I'm on the VIP list?"

"No."

"What if I told you I'm the future daughter-in-law of this house?"

He actually squinted at me for that one. I think I gave him a stroke.

Just then, his phone rang. He answered, nodded, and did a total 180.

"Please get in, madam."

Madam.

Madam?!

OH, the power. That title alone healed my eczema and raised my credit score.

Sir, say that again. Louder. I want the neighborhood to hear.

I strutted in, head held high like I owned the place—except internally I was praying not to be dog chow.

Last time I was here, their Doberman chased me like I was a walking drumstick.

Which, to be fair, wasn't that far from reality.

As I approached the mansion door, PTSD kicked in.

Do I knock? Is there a bell?

Should I do a ritual?

"YOU?!"

I spun around like a horror movie girl who just heard the ghost whisper behind her.

There he was.

Retired Jeon, standing with the Doberman from hell. The beast growled at me like it remembered my scent from its nightmares.

"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DIE?!" he shouted and loosened his grip on the leash (or rope or soul-binding tether, whatever that thing is).

I nearly passed out.

Just then, the door opened and a woman stepped out—maid, maybe? Housekeeper? Guardian angel?

Bless this woman anyway.

I panicked and yeeted myself behind her.

Her outfit screamed, "I work here and I'm underpaid for this nonsense."

"SIR! WAIT! I SWEAR I WAS CALLED HERE BY MR. JEON'S DAD!" I yelled from behind her.

"MY DAD?! MY DAD'S BEEN DEAD SINCE 1975! ARE YOU MOCKING ME, WOMAN?!"

OH MY GOD.

He thought I meant him?!

Jesus take the wheel.

"N-no! I meant Mr. Jaehyuk's dad—Mr. Jeon Junghyun! That one!"

He narrowed his eyes like I just insulted his family bloodline.

"Acting smart, huh? What would he call you here?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!"

Okay Mira, deep breaths. Don't cry. You've survived worse. Like that time you texted your the delivery guy "I love you" instead of "I'll call you."

The poor maid looked ready to quit.

"Sir, please calm down. Your blood pressure—"

"IT'S OFF THE CHARTS JUST SEEING HER!!"

What did I do to deserve this?

And just when I thought I'd be fed to Bamseok, a divine voice interrupted

"What's happening here?"

It was Junghyun.

Mr. Jeon's dad.

My potential savior.

I bowed in pure relief.

My spine cracked.

Worth it.

"YOU CALLED THIS GIRL HERE?!"

"Yes" he replied calmly. "Please stop yelling."

"DO YOU WANT TO DIE?! WHY DID YOU INVITE THIS DELINQUENT?!"

"We have to talk" Junghyun explained.

"WHAT KIND OF TALK? A FAMILY MEETING TO DISCUSS HOW TO STAY CHICKENS FOREVER?!"

Bock bock.

I gulped.

"N-no sir—"

"YOU SHUT UP!!"

Well, okay then.

I zipped it. Emotionally and physically.

"IF YOU DON'T LEAVE THIS COMPOUND RIGHT NOW, I'M FEEDING YOU TO BAMSEOK!!"

I blinked and looked at the demon dog.

He wagged his tail like he was ready.

Sir, what did I do?!

"Miss Lee, please take dad inside" Junghyun sighed to the maid.

Did Grandpa go quietly?

Absolutely not.

He threw a full toddler tantrum like someone denied him chocolate milk.

Just then, a sleek black SUV purred into the driveway like the villain entering the scene.

Mr. Jeon.

Mr. Jeon.

Back early.

He parked alongside his 10 other luxury cars like this was a car dealership ad.

He stepped out in slow motion, dramatic wind included and walked like drama.

He paused when he saw me.

His face said: 'Who let the peasant in?'

"Who let you inside?" he deadpanned.

Before he could glare the security into early retirement, Mr Jeon (dad version) chimed in:

"I did."

"YOU SON OF A MORON—"

Grandpa smacked Junghyun with his cane.

I gasped.

Violence in 4K.

Did I just witness Jeon-on-Jeon violence?

"Miss Lee, take Grandpa inside" Mr Jeon screeched as he hauled Daddy Jeon away from his grandpa.

Grandpa turned to me.

"THE NEXT TARGET OF MY STICK IS YOU, PEASANT!"

Wow.

Peasant?!

Excuse you, sir. I was an executive assistant with a salary higher than my cousin who's literally a cardiologist.

I drive a black Hyundai. I have stocks. I OWN TOOTH WHITENING STRIPS.

Peasant who??

Grandpa shrieked as Miss Lee dragged him away like a chaotic storm cloud.

"So," Mr. Jeon turned to his dad, ignoring me like usual. "Why is she here?"

"Let's go inside first" Junghyun replied.

"I don't think she'll survive if she walks past the front door. Grandpa might throw a chair if he sees her again,"

"You're right."

"Guest house?"

"Yes. And make sure she's gone before sunset."

BEFORE SUNSET?!

WHAT AM I—CINDERELLA?! (CHICKENRELLA IN MY CASE)

They walked ahead. I followed from behind.

Are they luring me in to dunk me in some ancient family cauldron and turn me into a chicken?

Wouldn't be surprised.

Then again… why would they use me for a magical poultry experiment?

There were definitely more qualified, willing volunteers out there.

Like… I don't know.

Chicken fans? Twitch streamers? TikTokers?

But me?

Please.