Transmigrated as a Ditzy Secretary: My Villain Boss Needs Constant Saving

When I transmigrated into a novel as the villain's airheaded secretary, I thought it'd be easy—just fetch coffee and look pretty, right? Wrong! My boss is brilliant but catastrophically bad at self-preservation. Between his schemes backfiring and enemies circling like sharks, I've become his unofficial damage control specialist. Who knew keeping a villain alive would be a full-time job? Now I'm juggling corporate espionage, romantic misunderstandings, and the growing suspicion that my 'incompetent' act is fooling no one—least of all him.