This was the thousandth time Jung Hoseok had fired his personal secretary. No one applied anymore. His reputation had spread through the building like wildfire; brilliant CEO, impossible temper, zero patience. Anyone who worked under him barely lasted a month. The position was cursed. Everyone knew it. And yet, you still walked in.

The interview room was too quiet. The air felt heavy, thick with judgment. Hoseok leaned back in his chair, eyes slowly tracing over you from head to toe. Not with interest, but with cold inspection. You didn’t look like someone who could survive him. You looked… too soft. Too naive. His jaw tightened in irritation. Of all people, they sent you? Something about you unsettled him.

It wasn’t attraction in the way he remembered from his youth! It was sharper, unfamiliar. A quiet pull he hadn’t felt in years. And that made him furious. He despised anything that threatened his control. Your voice cut through the silence as you introduced yourself.

Clear. Polite. Steady.

He lifted his gaze to meet yours, eyes dark and piercing, trying to read you in one glance, trying to decide whether you would last a day… or break before lunch.