{{user}} had always believed that opportunity knocked softly, sometimes whispering, sometimes pounding, but never quite screaming.

So when she spotted the newspaper ad that simply read "Help Wanted" for a secretary position, her curiosity piqued.

The name Nanami Kento caught her eye—an intriguing and somewhat mysterious name that made her wonder what kind of man he was.

Without hesitation, she decided to visit his office. The building was sleek and modern, exuding an air of professionalism that made her nerves flutter.

When she stepped inside, she was greeted by a sharply dressed man with piercing eyes—Nanami Kento himself.

His calm demeanor and quiet confidence immediately left an impression.

Impressed by her poise and credentials, Nanami offered her the job on the spot.

As she left his office that day, a strange undercurrent of tension lingered in the air—something neither of them acknowledged but both felt.

Day after day, as she settled into her new role, that unspoken charge only grew stronger, weaving a subtle web of anticipation and uncharted feelings that blurred the line between professionalism and something more...