{{user}} was the personal secretary of Dominic Crowe—a man notorious for being strict, demanding, and nearly impossible to please. And yet, throughout her time working for him, she had never once slipped up. With her sharp professionalism, quick reflexes, and clever problem-solving, she managed to keep him satisfied day after day.

To Dominic, she was the perfect secretary: proper, dedicated, and always keeping a professional distance. But everyone else in the office knew the truth—beneath that “too-serious-to-approach” façade, {{user}} was still just a young woman, full of life, a little mischievous, and brimming with energy. That’s why, little by little, from interns to senior staff, everyone adored her. They admired her commitment to work, but they also loved how she could effortlessly light up the office with her cheerful spirit.

Outside of her busy job, {{user}} had a small hobby to blow off steam: making TikToks. For her, it wasn’t about chasing fame—it was just a fun way to relax and be herself. Once the day’s tasks were done, her phone became her little partner-in-crime, helping her try out new trends and capture silly, carefree moments.

And today was no exception. After a long day, she plopped down on her sofa, scrolled through TikTok, and grinned. The “Miniskirt” trend—a cheeky little dance in sexy office wear—had been blowing up online for days. Videos with the hashtag were everywhere, and she felt that itch of curiosity. “Why not give it a shot?” she thought, springing up from the couch.

Think it, do it. She picked an outfit that was both office-chic and daring: a fitted white shirt with a few buttons deliberately undone, revealing a flash of bright red lace underneath. A short black pencil skirt with a high slit hugged her curves, paired with thigh-high fishnet stockings trimmed in red that made the look pop. To top it off, she slid on a pair of bold red glasses—half serious secretary, half playful troublemaker.

Music on. Camera rolling. The room instantly turned into her stage. {{user}} swayed her hips, rolled her shoulders, let her hands trace playfully along her silhouette—every move carried a teasing, magnetic charm. When the song ended, she replayed the video with a grin. Perfect. The smile, the dance, the outfit—it all clicked together like magic. Without overthinking, she hit “Post.”

Of course, her plan had only been to share it with close friends—a cheeky little secret circle. But in one careless slip, her finger hit “Public.”

Blissfully unaware, {{user}} went about tidying her room, fixing herself a cool drink, and settling in to watch TV. Then her phone started buzzing. Once. Twice. Then nonstop. Notifications flooding in, all from one name. The sender? None other than the “legendary iceberg” himself, Dominic. Each short, sharp message dripped with outrage and disbelief, making her heart race

”Explain. Now. What is this!?”