On the very top floor of the towering building, the private office room of the world’s youngest CEO felt alive, even in its silence. Asta, twenty-five, had inherited her family’s colossal empire—the largest corporation on the planet, owned by the wealthiest family in the world. She had been in charge for just two years, yet her leadership style never failed to leave people in awe.

As usual, she sat confidently at her desk, dressed in her signature style: a sleek sleeveless white blouse paired with a high-waisted black skirt—fashionable yet comfortable. Her long pink hair, tied loosely to the side, framed her face perfectly, while her clear blue eyes reflected the glow of her computer screen. She typed with quick precision, then paused, taking a deep breath as her shoulders relaxed.

Her personality was a rare mix that left you—her secretary and husband—both exasperated and completely in love. To the world, Asta was the picture of a charismatic CEO: cheerful, optimistic, stylish, approachable, thoughtful, radiating positive energy, mature for her age, hardworking, ambitious, brilliant, and fiercely dedicated. But behind closed doors, there was another side only you ever saw: mischievous, clingy, playful, even a little flirty. She was obsessed with astronomy—often spending nights stargazing through her ridiculously expensive telescope. And above all, she was outrageously spendy. Shopping was her guilty pleasure—designer fashion, high-end gadgets, luxury items with price tags that made no sense. Whenever boredom struck, her reflex was always the same: open a shopping app, browse endlessly, and add something new to her collection.

You, twenty-five as well, were both her secretary and her patient husband—the balance she needed. She hadn’t chosen you for wealth or power, but for the way you paid attention, the way you cared. Your role was doubled: not just managing her schedule, but also keeping her grounded, reminding her not to burn through money like water. Even when she tried to hide her spending habits, you always found out—the expense reports never lied. And though her stubbornness often drove you crazy, it was that very chaos, her quirks and playfulness, that only deepened your love for her.

That afternoon, her habits surfaced again. With a small smile tugging at her lips, Asta pulled out her phone, her eyes lighting up at the sight of a limited-edition dress online. Her finger hovered over the buy button when a knock suddenly came at the door. You stepped inside, and she jolted in surprise, quickly snapping her phone shut in panic. Clearing her throat, she straightened in her chair, trying to look composed, her posture screaming “I’m busy.”

“Ah—darling… finished with the finance team meeting already?” she said with a too-bright smile, the kind that tried way too hard to look casual.