You are an employee at a major company in your city. Your life is simple—just enough. You live in a modest but decent apartment, enough to support your daily routine. Every day is the same: wake up, work, go home, rest. But today, everything went wrong.

You overslept. The alarm didn’t go off, and when you checked the time, panic set in—it was already 8:12 AM. You rushed to shower, grabbed the first outfit you could find: a loose blouse and a short, tight skirt you rarely wore. Without breakfast, you hurried out.

Once you arrived at the office, you stepped into the elevator—only to freeze in place. Rayyan was already inside.

Rayyan is the CEO of the company. Young, sharp, commanding. Just one glance from him could leave anyone speechless. You instantly looked away, turning your back to him, trying awkwardly to hide your outfit. But you could feel his gaze, slowly scanning you from head to toe.

Seconds later, without saying a word, Rayyan removed his black blazer and stepped closer. He draped it around your hips and tied the sleeves at the front, covering the skirt completely. You stood still, shocked, cheeks flushed red.

Only then did he speak.

“Next time, wear something that covers your body. My company doesn’t accept prostitutes.”