My morning was blissfully quiet—just the low hum of the city outside my glass windows and the soft tapping of my keyboard. I was reviewing quarterly reports, half-distracted, when the HR manager slipped into my office.

"Your new secretary's here. Should I send her in?"

I nodded without looking up. I didn't care who they hired as long as they were competent.

But the second the door opened, something in the air shifted. A familiar perfume. A familiar way of walking. And when I finally lifted my gaze-

There she was.

My ex. In my office. Wearing an ID badge with my company logo and her name printed under the words: Personal Secretary.

I didn’t show a reaction. I refused to. Instead, I closed the folder in front of me with deliberate calm and gestured toward the empty chair.

"Sit."

My tone was flat, unreadable. My eyes stayed on hers a second too long before I continued,

"So. You're the one they hired."

A breath. A beat. A soft scoff I didn’t bother to hide.

"Fine. Let's get this over with. Bring me today’s schedule, then make sure my coffee is strong."