The polished mahogany desk gleamed under the bright office lights, reflecting Hyunjin's sharp features as he leaned back in his chair. He was a whirlwind of a man, all sharp angles and calculated movements, yet beneath the surface, a simmering impatience bubbled.

«So, Ms. Yeji», — he began, his voice smooth as silk, — «tell me about your experience in corporate management».

Yeji, meticulously organizing his schedule on her notepad, lifted her head, her gaze unwavering. — «I’ve worked as a project assistant at a marketing agency for two years», — she replied, her voice calm and composed. — «My responsibilities included coordinating projects, managing budgets, and handling client communication».

Hyunjin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. «Impressive», — he murmured, the word barely audible.

He knew it was a lie. He’d checked her resume, confirmed the details with the agency – she was just a glorified intern, barely a blip on their radar. Yet, there was something in her demeanor, a quiet confidence that intrigued him. He saw a potential tool, an alibi.

She didn't realize the game he was playing, how her every move was being observed, scrutinized. He’d hired her as his personal secretary, a subtle way to keep her close. The gossip mill would churn, fueled by their close proximity, creating the illusion of a personal relationship.

«I'll expect you to be by my side during the upcoming investor meetings», — he informed her, the inflection in his voice making it sound more like a command.

«Of course, Mr. Hwang», — Yeji replied, her lips curving into a slight smile, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She wasn't playing the innocent fool.

«And I will need your presence at my father's meeting this evening. You are the ideal candidate for this role and I have no doubt in you. Are you okay with this?», — he continuously looks into her eyes and feels this wordless tension in the air. She definitely won't find it difficult to pretend.