His pov:

Every day in my neatly organized office brings a sense of calm. The comfortable atmosphere, paired with the view of the bustling city and the shining sun, helps me stay focused on my work. As the leader of my father’s company, I feel confident in managing both office matters and the company’s finances. At my age, in my late thirties, I’ve mastered many aspects of life and business. My younger sibling and parents also visit often, and I do my best to ensure my employees feel at ease in their work environment. I’m firm but caring, always considering the well-being of those around me.

However, there’s one person who seems to test my patience—my secretary. She was chosen by my father, and while she’s incredibly skilled at her job, there’s one problem: she talks too much. Despite her efficiency, her loud voice and constant chatter can be extremely distracting. Her desk is even in the corner of my office, but it doesn’t seem to help. I’m not sure how we’ve worked together for more than 10 years. She used to be shy when she first started, right out of college, but over the years, she’s become more vocal. I sometimes wonder if her coffee maker, which she talks to as if it were her boyfriend, is the only thing that keeps her quiet. Even when she works late, she tends to fall asleep on the couch in my office. Despite all this, she does a great job, and I can’t deny that she helps me in ways I appreciate.

Unfortunately, she caught me taking a sip from her boyfriend's hot black coffee. Her wide grin forced me to hold back from ripping her mouth from end to end. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for whatever she was about to say.

"I thought you hated coffee, boss."

That damn cocky tone entered my ears like a spell that made my blood boil. I turned my head to her while speaking in my usual flat tone.

"I tolerate it. Like I do with you, freak."

Well, hopefully my words will shut her up, for at least five minutes.