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Boss's Omega

Volume 1
Prologue

The meeting room had been prepared for something important, but the people inside looked far too relaxed for that.

The table was long, with laptops, coffee cups, notebooks, phones, fabric swatches, and cosmetic samples spread across it.

Three bottles from J Core Beauty's new skincare collection stood at the center. The bright blue glass was making them look expensive enough to support every claim written beneath them.

The campaign deck filled the wall behind them. It looked finished and confident, as though every decision had already been made.

"This is our strongest launch this quarter," the creative director said. "The visuals are elegant, the campaign language is accessible, and the retail concept works across both divisions."

The next slide showed a model in a cream silk dress from J Core Fashion's upcoming resort collection. Her skin shone beneath the studio lights, connecting the fashion campaign to the skincare line.

A few people agreed right away. The beauty division praised the styling. The fashion division praised the product placement. The retail team praised the fact that neither campaign required another redesign of the flagship store.

Everyone seemed determined to praise something, whether it deserved it or not.

The tone stayed light and casual, as though the outcome was already decided.

The whole conference table was full of men in suits and women in shirts and skirts who looked like they would get sick and die if they did not kiss each other's asses.

Joo Hee-won listened without joining in.

As CEO of J Core Group, he rarely spoke early in meetings. People revealed more when they believed nothing could go wrong. They skipped over problems, repeated one another's opinions, and praised decisions they had barely considered.

Hee-won preferred to let them continue until the weak points became obvious.

The presentation moved to the production calendar. The beauty line would launch first, followed four days later by the resort collection. The shoots, videos, store materials, and displays had all been planned across a little more than three weeks.

One of the fashion team leads raised a hand. "I'm wondering whether the retouching turnaround is realistic. The final model shots are due to retail less than forty-eight hours after the shoot."

"It's manageable," another person replied. "The postproduction studio already confirmed availability."

"The samples are arriving the morning of the shoot."

"They confirmed those too."

The team lead looked ready to continue, but the creative director had already moved to the next slide.

Hee-won focused on the order of the work rather than the dates.

This looks good.

The beauty product shoot came first, followed by the skincare campaign. The fashion fittings had been placed between the two shoot days, and the resort editorial had been moved to the end of the week.

The schedule looked like it had been arranged by someone who had seen the problems before they happened.

The account manager leaned forward. "There was actually a larger issue before this version."

The creative director looked across the table. "What issue?"

"The beauty team and the fashion team had booked the same photographer, lighting crew, and main studio for the same day."

Several people looked toward their screens.

"That wasn't raised during planning," the creative director said.

"It didn't need to be. The production flow was adjusted before the final confirmations went out."

Hee-won returned his attention to the calendar with the conflict in mind. Both divisions needed the same photographer to keep the campaigns visually connected. But if either shoot was delayed, both launches could fall behind.

Someone had found a way around it.

The beauty shoot had been moved earlier and placed in a smaller studio. The fashion fittings were relocated upstairs, while the main fashion shoot was pushed back just long enough for the crew to prepare everything properly.

The final schedule looked so natural that no one would have guessed there had ever been a conflict. Someone had noticed the problem early, coordinated the departments, and rearranged the entire production before it could cause any damage.

The work was quiet and careful, done by someone who understood exactly where everything would go wrong if no one stepped in.

"This probably saved us four or five production days," the account manager said. "The flagship installation would have been delayed too. The display team couldn't begin without the final campaign images."

The concern disappeared almost immediately. The problem belonged to the past, which made it easy for everyone to forget how much it could have cost them and carry on as though the launch was running smoothly because of their collective brilliance.

"Good," the creative director said. "Then we're all aligned."

The campaign deck moved on to influencer selections.

Hee-won opened the file history instead. The same name appeared across the production calendar, sample delivery notes, studio bookings, retailer asset list, and revised content order.

"Lee Min-ho." He checked the employee profile attached to the account. "Junior content production coordinator, Brand Content Division."

He was only a junior coordinator, with neither the title nor the authority to reorganize the launch schedules of two major divisions. Still, nearly every correction in the file had come from him.

He had found the conflict and reorganized the production before it could delay both launches. Why is he not in this meeting? Hee-won thought.

One of the team leads spoke while the social media manager searched for the next video. "Too bad Min-ho is gone. He was quick with this kind of thing."

Hee-won looked up from the employee file. "Gone?"

It was the first time he had reacted to anything since the meeting began.

The creative director stopped turning the cosmetic sample in her hand. "He was fired this morning. You may not have heard yet, sir."

"Fired?"

There was little curiosity in Hee-won's voice, only the quiet interest of someone who had finally heard something different in an otherwise dull room.

The creative director looked toward the account manager before answering. "There was an incident with an executive."

"What kind of incident?"

No one volunteered an explanation at first.

The fashion team lead finally closed her laptop halfway. "There was an argument with an alpha."

Another voice followed, far too casual for the subject. "Lee Min-ho is an omega. From what I heard, the alpha tried something in the restroom. Min-ho didn't let it go. He's the type who pushes back."

"Tried something?" Hee-won asked.

The man who had spoken looked less comfortable once the wording was repeated back to him. "I don't know the details. HR handled it."

"Then why was Mr. Lee fired?"

"The official report claims he attacked an executive."

The creative director took over before anyone could add more. "Apparently, Min-ho entered heat during working hours. The alpha found him in distress and attempted to help. Min-ho misunderstood the situation and became violent."

Hee-won lowered his attention to the production calendar again. The employee who had prevented two campaigns from losing their launch dates had been removed from the company before the meeting in which everyone benefited from his work.

No one at the table appeared particularly troubled by that.

It was a time when even betas felt comfortable bullying omegas, and people showed little hesitation about openly belittling or harassing them. 

Fucking betas, Hee-won thought. I'm sure what they called "trying something" was a rut.

As an alpha, Hee-won knew exactly what entering rut could make a man capable of, but it did not excuse choosing another person's body as the solution. He closed Min-ho's employee profile. "Continue."

The presentation resumed, although the earlier ease never fully returned. People chose their words more carefully now, especially whenever Hee-won looked up from the screen.

The social media manager explained the short-form video plan. Retail discussed the flagship windows. The beauty division requested more close-ups of the serum texture, while fashion wanted fewer product shots in the editorial cut.

Hee-won listened to all of it. He also noted who had spoken about Lee Min-ho, who had avoided doing so, and who had looked toward the creative director before answering.

By the time the meeting ended, he knew the campaign would launch on schedule. He also knew that several people in the room had accepted a convenient version of the morning's events without asking a single useful question.

—

Laptops closed, chairs moved away from the table, and everyone began discussing lunch as if nothing important had happened.

The creative director asked the fashion team whether they wanted Japanese or Italian. The retail manager complained about a reservation. Someone from beauty collected the skincare bottles from the center of the table before another department could accidentally take them.

The room emptied in groups.

Hee-won remained seated for another moment.

On the wall, the final campaign image showed the model standing beside a blue pool, the resort dress moving around her legs while one of the skincare bottles rested on a white stone ledge. The campaign looked effortless. Most expensive things looked effortless once someone had finished hiding all the work required to make them happen.

Hee-won returned to the file history and read Min-ho's name again. Then he stood and left the room.

—

Outside, the executive floor had already returned to its usual rhythm. Conversations overlapped, screens remained lit, and assistants moved between offices carrying tablets, garment bags, sample cases, and printed reports.

He stopped beside his assistant's desk. "Miss Kwon."

She looked up from her monitor. "Yes, sir?"

"I want the complete file on the omega who was fired this morning. Find out why."

"The official reason?"

"Start there."

Miss Kwon opened the internal system and searched through the HR folders. She had worked for Hee-won long enough to understand that he did not ask the same question twice and disliked receiving information in fragments.

Still, her hand rested over the mouse for a moment before she opened the report. "Sir, I know you don't like rumors, but I've heard there's more to this than what was written."

"Go on. I'm listening."

"People are saying Mr. Lee was cornered in the restroom and someone tried to mark him."

"What did you just say? Mark him in the restroom?"

"Yes, sir. That's what I heard," Miss Kwon said. "Mr. Lee defended himself very well and apparently left the alpha in pretty bad shape."

"So that part of the report was true." Hee-won considered it for a moment. "I see."

She found the personnel documents and turned the screen enough for him to read without leaving her chair.

Hee-won stood beside the desk and opened the first report.

It described Lee Min-ho as distressed, irrational, and violent. According to the official account, his heat had begun unexpectedly while he was at work. An alpha executive had found him in the restroom and attempted to help until medical support arrived. Lee Min-ho had supposedly misread the situation and attacked him.

The report did not explain why an alpha executive had entered a closed restroom with an omega in heat instead of calling security or the medical team. It did not explain why Min-ho's scent patch had still been active when he left the building.

It also did not explain how HR had completed its review, approved the termination, and disabled his employee access in less than two hours.

Miss Kwon continued as Hee-won moved to the witness statements. "From what I'm hearing, Mr. Lee wasn't in heat at all. The alpha entered rut and followed him into the restroom. He tried to mark him, and Mr. Lee fought him off."

"Who prepared this report, Miss Kwon?"

"The HR director signed it. The creative director approved the termination."

"Was Mr. Lee interviewed?"

"Only after the executive submitted his statement," Miss Kwon said. "The meeting lasted eleven minutes."

Hee-won opened the attached termination notice. It framed the decision as protection for the workplace.

There was no mention of preserving security footage, requesting medical verification, or separating the executive from other omega employees while the incident was reviewed.

The document had been written to close the matter before anyone with authority became involved.

"Restrict access to every file connected to this case," Hee-won said. "No one edits, replaces, or deletes anything."

"I'll have the records preserved."

"I want the restroom corridor footage, access logs for the entire floor, and the medical room records."

Miss Kwon began creating the requests.

Hee-won reached the statement submitted by the alpha. The name at the top made the rest of the report unnecessary. "Miss Kwon."

She stopped typing and looked toward him.

He turned the screen toward her. "Is this the alpha you're talking about?"

"Yes, sir. Executive Director Joo Hee-seung." Miss Kwon gave him a moment before adding, "Your younger brother."