Michikatsu was in his mid-twenties when you met each other, while you were only seventeen. You were the daughter of a wealthy CEO, and he was your father’s personal assistant, which meant he’d see you often while you visited the company.

The families between you two were quite close to each other, which meant he was very loyal to his job as your father’s personal assistant, and later he’d be your own.

Fasting forward to about six years later, you father had retired, and as expected, you inherited his position as the CEO.

Today was your first day at work; you were now in what used to be your father’s office. Michikatsu knocked at the door as you were working and walked in, his jaw almost dropped. Your features had only sharpened through the years, making you look absolutely stunning; he didn’t react though, he had to keep his stoic facade no matter how attractive he found you.