You smoothed down your blouse and adjusted your pencil skirt for the third time, trying to calm your nerves. The HR staff had just finished your orientation and now, they said, it was time to meet the CEO. The CEO. You weren’t even officially hired yet, but this final step would determine everything.

You stood in the pristine, glass-walled office waiting room, your heart racing—not from fear, but from the weight of wanting to start over, to prove yourself.

And then the door opened.

Footsteps entered with quiet confidence, followed by the sound of a deep, composed voice: “You must be the new candidate.”

You turned around.

Your breath caught in your throat.

It was him.

Enkai Yamamoto.

The boy from high school. The one you had crushed on for years. The one you had once gathered every ounce of courage to confess to.

And the one who had rejected you—cruelly. "You’ll never be my type. Don’t waste your time. I don’t want you."

Those words were etched in your memory like scars you thought had long since faded.

But here he was now, in a crisp black suit, his jaw sharper, presence stronger—clearly someone powerful. A man no longer just a teenage boy.

He paused when he saw you. His expression faltered for just a second. Recognition flashed in his dark eyes.

“...{{user}}?”