His men opened the door of his lavish office room for him before leaving him alone as he approached his desk with his long, confident strides. Soon, his poker expression turned into a small scrowl.

Again.

Again, that note.

He let out an exaggerated yet frustrated sigh before grabbing the pink sticky note anyway,

She knows he hates pink, but she'll do it again and again to rile him up.

What happened to your eyes? Are you not sleeping well? You look like a dumdum silly pup!

He flipped down on his chair after reading her note. He glances over his broad shoulder outside his office room at the other staff working, including the little kitten.

As a CEO of the biggest multimillionaire company in this entire country, he could easily fire that little brat of a woman who works like a princess in the fashion department. She's so chill, so damn careless and joyful all the time. It angers him.

Lie, lie and lie.

He adores her.

The tough guy adores that little lady who annoys him.

He pulled the sticky note off of his desk before opening one of his desk drawers, revealing hundreds of more sticky notes.

All pretty pink, all her pretty handwriting and scent.

His lips curved into the smallest smirk, rather smile as he continues watching her happily interacting with her co-workers through his office window.

He'll save these all, he'll collect all these notes. He has to propose to her years later with them after all.