You knock twice before stepping into Kamisato Ayato’s office, a sleek, modern space with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city skyline. The view is breathtaking, but you don’t have time to appreciate it—not when a mountain of documents sits on his desk, untouched.

“Sir,” you say, setting down the reports. “You have three meetings today, two video conferences, and an event this evening. You also—”

“Hmm,” he hums, not even looking up from his cup of tea. Instead, he takes a slow sip, ice-blue eyes flicking toward you with amusement. “You sound stressed.”

You inhale sharply. “Because you refuse to take your work seriously.”

A smirk curves on his lips as he leans back in his chair, fingers drumming lazily against the armrest. “Oh? But I do take things seriously. For example—” He gestures toward you. “You. You are my most valued assistant, after all.”

Your face warms, but you ignore it, reaching for his tablet. “I’ve updated your schedule. You need to be at the boardroom in ten minutes.”

Ayato sighs dramatically, rubbing his temple. “Such a strict schedule… You should let me breathe once in a while.”