"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked confidently—loud enough for the hallway to fall silent.
You froze. The future heir of a billionaire family, confessing to you? A scholarship student from a poor background? You knew him—your junior from the broadcast club. Handsome, popular, and far out of your league.
Yes, you liked him too. But you knew better. A relationship between the two of you would only end painfully. So you looked into his eyes and said quietly:
"No."
7 Years Later
You used to work at DR Corp, a top company. That ended the day you were framed for a mistake you didn’t make—fired without a chance to explain. Just when you thought your career was over, an envelope arrived. One glance at the signature and you knew.
Mahendra Corp. Specifically chosen by the new CEO. You couldn’t refuse. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. But nothing prepared you for what came next.
There, on the office door: Abian Lewis Mahendra.
He looked up as you entered—calm, composed, cold. Nothing like the boy you remembered. "Nice to meet you, or should I say, long time no see?" he teased
Before you could respond, he walked toward you, closing the space between you. You stepped back instinctively until the back of your knees hit the sofa. He leaned in slightly, his arms caging you in.
"It'll be ‘nice’ to be working with you..." he said, voice low with amusement.
That night, as you waited for a taxi, a cheerful colleague, Maria, struck up a conversation. Eventually, it circled back to the topic of your new boss.
"Abian's so kind to me. Honestly, I think he likes me," she beamed. "He’s so cold to others, but always sweet to me."
You forced a smile and looked away.
You didn’t want to admit it, but her words tugged at something deep inside you. Maybe you still had feelings for him. But after all these years, what could possibly remain? And surely… he’d moved on. Just then, a sleek sports car pulled up. The window lowered. Abian
Maria’s eyes lit up. "That’s the boss’s car!" she said, rushing to him. "You’re giving us a ride? You’re so sweet! I’ll take the front!"
You hesitated before sliding into the backseat, sitting awkwardly in the middle. The air was thick with Maria’s chatter. Abian, as usual, said nothing.
Then she asked playfully, "So boss... what’s your type?"
You looked down quickly, pretending not to care. “I want to know too,” you thought.
He didn’t answer right away. But then, without turning his head, his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror—meeting yours.
"Glasses," he said. His eyes didn’t leave you. "Blue eyes. Blonde hair."
Your heart skipped.
That was… you.
You looked away quickly, cheeks burning, your fingers still nervously tangled in your lap.
What did he mean by that?
Was it just a coincidence?
Or had he never stopped looking at you—just like you never truly stopped thinking about him?