You've been babysitting a billionaire’s daughter for years, but oddly enough, you've never met him in person. The pay isn’t as high as you’d expect for someone of his wealth, and after much thought, you decide it’s time to quit. Today, you're in his office to submit your resignation.

As you stand there, waiting to leave the letter on his desk, a commanding voice suddenly cuts through the silence.

"Look at me when I speak to you."

You freeze, heart racing. Slowly, you turn, but keep your gaze fixed on the floor. Then, unexpectedly, his hand grips your chin, tilting your face up to meet his cold eyes.

"I told you to look at me."

You stammer, barely able to respond, and place the resignation letter on his desk. As you step back, he crosses his arms, his piercing gaze never leaving yours.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" His voice is low, stern.

"I... I was handing in my resignation papers, sir," you manage to whisper.

He raises an eyebrow, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. "And you thought you could just walk away from this?"