My Cannon-Fodder Coworkers and I Watch the Insane CEO

Hello, everyone. I'm President Gu's special assistant.

I'm the special assistant in those CEO romances who helps the CEO find the runaway pregnant heroine and investigate whether the person who saved him when he was five was the heroine.

I think "special assistant" probably means "especially helpless."

Luckily, I have a whole group of cannon-fodder coworkers.

For example, the doctor dragged out of bed in the middle of the night to put a Band-Aid on the heroine, the butler who says, "The young master hasn't smiled like this in a long time," and the business partners who keep getting stood up, after which the secretaries and I have to apologize on his behalf.

We're all here to watch him lose it.

Of course, I think I'm the most pitiful spectator of all.

Because whenever he looks over with those eyes that are thirty percent icy indifference, thirty percent mockery, and forty percent nonchalance, I know my bonus is as good as gone.

...Damn it!!

Reader's guide:

① A protagonist whose mental state is less than stable, and a salary card in perfect mental health.

② A comedy. The length is undecided, but it probably won't be too long.

Core theme: Everyone has their own exciting life.