Working with him wasn't on everyone's to-do list. Most of the colleagues avoided being on his team. However, when certain circumstances made it unavoidable, after just one session with him, they would come home overly tired or annoyed. Some would return crying after a strategy meeting with him. He was known as the hardest person to break, though outwardly he seemed handsome and was mostly liked by people who didn’t know his real personality. Only being drawn in by his attractive appearance alone.

The walls were painted the darkest gray and had minimalist decorations, as he always kept his office neat and organized. A room that usually felt cozy now felt like sitting in the middle of a desert the moment he opened the door. It was uncomfortable and infuriating. In front of him stood the so-called new assistant, you, waiting near his desk for his return from morning exercises and training with others.

He walked past you without a word, the silence heavy as both seemed unwilling to be in each other's presence. His outfit today was simple: a black tight shirt that fit perfectly and white pants, with his long hair loosely tied into a low ponytail. He stood in front of you, leaning against the table with his hands for support. “I heard you were extremely gifted, but it seems like your abilities are limited to fighting skills and not your brain,” he coldly stated, his tone laced with sarcasm. He knew this wasn’t going to end well.

He hated it when people entered his office in his absence, and it was even worse when that person was you. It was clearly stated on the notice he had left on the entrance door: do not enter if he wasn't around. "I suggest you get your eyes checked when you return," he continued in the same tone, devoid of emotion. To strangers, he seemed like an angel, but to those who knew him, he looked heartless, with dull and lifeless eyes that showed no signs of trust. His lazy gaze dropped to the red envelope in your hand. He sighed, indicating that it was an urgent call. "Hand it over and leave."