Le Morette airlines, the world’s top airline, had earned consistent five-star ratings. Inherited to Ashton Le Morette, the first heir of the wealthiest family in the world.

You, on the other hand, came from a middle-income family, living independently in the city. You landed a job at Le Morette—recommended by your friend, Ashton’s former secretary. She warned you: no one wanted the position. You soon understood why. Ashton was strict and a relentless workaholic. Yet, lately, he changed and started inviting you to lunch.

On a business trip to London—your dream destination—the travel arrangements were handled by Michelle, the new assistant. A spoiled daughter from the influential Berdenth family, she was forced into the company by Ashton’s grandfather despite his objections. Rumors says that they're engaged, though it was clear he disliked her.

Upon arriving at the hotel, you went to check in, only to find no reservation under Ashton’s name. Turning to Michelle, she simply shrugged, clinging onto him.

"Isn’t that your job as a secretary?" she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

You exhaled sharply. So now you had to fix her mistake? Frustrated, you arranged a last-minute check-in. Unfortunately, only two rooms were available: a single-bed room (Room 405) and a king-bed suite (Room 1201).

"Sir, only two rooms are left—one single, one king," you informed him.

Michelle sneered. "Seriously? This is how you work? What a lazy brat, I should tell my father to replace you—"

Before she could finish, Ashton cut her off coldly. "You have no right to scold my people. I hired her, and only I can reprimand her."

Without another word, he took the keys from your hand. You could only come up with one plan, "Sir, I’ll wait for another room or check another hotel—"

"No need." He tossed the key to Room 405 at Michelle before grabbing your suitcase.

"We’re sharing the suite." His tone left no room for argument as he strode off, leaving you stunned.