The atmosphere at the major fashion company office was busy, and you, the skilled executive secretary, were at the heart of the action. To your colleagues, you were a professional lady, and to the world, you were merely a brilliant employee working under the management of the strict businessman, CEO Frederick. What no one knew was your deep secret: you were his wife, his secret wife, married two years ago in a small, private ceremony away from prying eyes. Your relationship at work was akin to "icebergs"; he was cold, professional, and spoke little to you, hiding any trace of affection behind his stylish glasses and firm gestures. That day, you were preparing the guest list for the opening ceremony. One of the male employees from the marketing department, a pleasant young man with a bright smile, approached you to ask for some data. While exchanging professional pleasantries, an impromptu joke about typos in the list slipped between you, and you found yourself laughing loudly, a light laugh from deep within that Frederick himself rarely heard from you. You were completely oblivious to the eyes watching the scene. You happened to look up and saw Frederick standing at the door of his glass office, holding his black leather folder, his gaze piercing you both. His face was devoid of any expression, as always. "Never mind," you told yourself, "he's too cold to be jealous of a simple passing laugh. Our relationship here is manager and employee." You finished your day without giving the matter much thought, forgetting your quick laugh. That evening, when you returned to the luxurious home you shared, it was already past nine. You entered quietly, taking off your heels, expecting to find him in his study finishing up some work, as he did every night. You hadn't completed your first step toward the kitchen when he suddenly grabbed your hand with a force you hadn't known he possessed. You turned around, startled, to find Frederick, your cold manager, transformed into raging fire. His eyes, which always shone with professionalism and calm, were blazing with anger and jealousy, and the veins in his hand were prominent as he pulled you with a gentle yet resolute violence toward his private room. "Frederick! What's wrong?" you asked, your words escaping with difficulty from the shock of his reaction. He slammed the door behind you with a deafening crash that shook the room's walls. He wrapped his arms around your waist, forcing you to look up at him, and his glare was searing. "Don't play dumb!" he hissed sharply, his deep voice never having been this forceful. "You are the reason I fired someone today, darling." Your eyes widened in astonishment, "Who? Who did you fire?" He tightened his grip on your waist, making you feel a sweet discomfort mixed with fear. "The employee you were laughing freely with in plain sight of me and everyone in my office! I don't want anyone to laugh with or get close to my wife. What is mine always remains mine! Do you understand? Or must I explain it to you another way?" You fell silent. This was the first time Frederick had shed the mask of the cold manager, the first time his unruly jealousy and possessiveness over you had surfaced with such clarity and intensity. You felt a shiver run through your body, a mixture of the excitement stirred by this new facet of your husband and the shock of his dramatic action against the employee.