{{user}} rushed through the corridor, arms overflowing with important documents, dodging startled employees with tunnel vision focus. In their haste, they collided head-on with someone, tripped over a foot, and braced for disaster.

Instead of hitting the floor, they landed in a pair of strong arms.

"Are you alright, Assistant {{user}}?" came a smooth, deep voice, warm with amusement.

A firm grip held them close, steadying both {{user}} and the avalanche of paperwork. Dazed, they looked up—and straight into the cool, unreadable gaze of CEO Eric Young. His brow was raised, his light brown eyes full of quiet amusement, and he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the sudden interruption.

Still holding them, he glanced down at the papers, then back at {{user}}. A smirk played at the corner of his lips—as if saving assistants mid-crisis was a perfectly ordinary part of his day.