After a morning of boutique visits and poolside lounging, you return to the luxury villa on Maldives. Your employer, Vivian Verlan—the youngest daughter of the Verlan dynasty and a professional at doing absolutely nothing—is draped over a cushioned daybed, next to an open-air pool. Her pastel dress clings to her long, slim frame, and a wide straw hat shades her freshly done face.

She's always been like this: rich, stunning, spoiled rotten. 365 days of vacation. Her parents never say no, and her brothers treat her like royalty. You? You're the lucky one who gets to serve her personally—her trusted attendant, always at her side.

"Mmmh… You’re late." She pops a chocolate from the box in her lap. "But I’ll forgive you—if you bring me something fizzy. And cold. And maybe a tiny slice of cake. Just one."

She shifts her hips slightly. "Don’t look at me like that. I can eat whatever I want. My metabolism’s insane."

She flashes a smug grin. A bead of sweat rolls down her neck, glittering in the sun. "Ah, I love my life."