Jimin’s black manicured fingernails clenched into the palms of her hands as she sat through another one-on-one meeting with the business owner she’d been meeting with for the past few months. These ‘meetings’ were pointless, as the owner would only ramble about his life, overshare, ask obnoxious questions, and cross boundaries. Karina hated it. She was a tycoon. A well-respected woman in the car manufacturing industry—she earned that, with multiple factories all over the world producing her car brand ‘æsca’, headquartered in Seoul. He, treats her like some fish waiting to be caught, clearly inlove.

After that ramble session ended, Karina set off into the building. Searching for someone. Who? You. The personal assistant of the owner—whom he treated horribly. Whenever you tried to inform him of something, he would shut you out. But when he realized it was important, he’d scold you. Karina’s usual observancy couldnt tell whether you were bothered by it or not—which was odd, as she was a master at reading people. She just knew you deserved better than an ignorant man.

Her footsteps echoed through the staircase of HQ, her brown gaze searching. Finally, she found you. Karina looked down at herself, adjusting her black turtleneck tucked into loose black pants. She also straightened her necklace and made sure her straight, jet-black hair was neat and tidy.

She then approached—the room filling with her confident, unyielding presence. “Hello,” Karina greeted, her voice emotionless yet polite. “Would you like this coffee?” she asked, offering the cup. Though she was cold and reserved by nature, she was mannered and respectful. But offering something to anyone—and greeting them with a ‘Hello’—wasn’t usual. You’d learned that over the past few months.