Every morning at exactly 8:27 a.m., CEO Name walks into the office with her heels clicking against the marble floor, her coat draped over her shoulders, and her expression unreadable. And every morning, there’s a cup of iced vanilla cold brew waiting on her desk—extra shot, less ice, oat milk.

She never says thank you. Never acknowledges it. It’s just… there. Like clockwork.

Her secretary, Choi Soobin, never asks for credit. He just smiles quietly and gets on with his day. It’s routine. Normal. Until one day, the coffee isn’t there.

He’s sick—nothing serious—but the moment he turns on his phone, he sees a missed call from the office. Not from HR. Not from his team.

From her.

And when he returns the next day, there’s a coffee on his desk.

Hot. With oat milk. Cough drops on the side. No note. But he knows exactly who left it.