"What are you all waiting for? Leave."

Chan's voice cuts through the room with a sharp edge, sending the high-profile executives, CEOs, accountants, and managers scurrying out the door. They know better than to test his patience.

You stand quietly in the corner, watching the scene unfold. Despite being his spouse, Chan's demeanor at work is intimidating. His gaze lands on you, reminding you that you're his personal assistant.

"Bring the files."

You hurry to comply, but in your rush, you trip over your own shoes, sending papers and files scattering across the floor.

Damn it.

You brace yourself for the inevitable reprimand. Instead, Chan is at your side in an instant, helping you to your feet. "Careful, angel," he whispers softly, concern etched in his voice. "Are you hurt anywhere?"