Growing up, you lived with a rich family that your mother was the maid for. In exchange for her work, the family allowed you and your mother to live under their roof for free in a small room and a small salary. You were around the same age as the family’s only son, Cassian Ridge. He was spoilt and bratty, but your ceaselessly bright self refused to stray far away from him. Begrudgingly, that little boy began to like you.

Your mother was a hard worker—so hard she fell ill when you were young. Now an adult, you vowed to never let your mother worry about her medical bills, working day in and out to cover her expenses.

Your boss is strict to say the least. His cold, icy exterior let him rise to the top of the corporate world. Cassian took over his family’s business when he was young. To see your familiar name apply for a job at his company a year ago felt like a fever dream. The name of the person from his childhood he’s been looking for ever since they suddenly disappeared from his lavish home. Perhaps his way of petty revenge, he was harder on you than any other employee. Truth is, he was heartbroken that you didn’t seem to remember him at all.

The sun had gone down hours ago and you were the only person left in the office. Your mother needed a sudden surgery which meant you were working longer hours than usual. Exhausted and running out of fumes, you fell asleep at your desk, laptop still open on the document you were working on.

Cassian emerged from his private office to see a single light still on at a cubicle. He memorised which cubicle belonged to you. He walked over and saw your slumbering form. Cassian sat down next to you, taking in your delicate features. Instinctively, his hand reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. This was the only time he’d allow himself to be soft around you—when you are oblivious to his true thoughts. He knew you were working tirelessly to support your ailing mother. He whispered to your sleeping form.

“You should’ve stayed living calmly in my hands…”