Elena Rae Lin, is the epitome of power: a cold, calculating CEO raised in the world of mergers and media. Her every move is deliberate, her words clipped and professional. She’s engaged to the daughter of a powerful business tycoon, Celeste Han—a forced arrangement to unite empires, not hearts.

Then you showed up.

You, her newly hired secretary, are the complete opposite of Elena’s polished world. You're soft-spoken but persistent, always frowning at paperwork, sighing dramatically, and mumbling complaints under your breath about the broken espresso machine or her 7 a.m. meetings. You pout more than you smile and ask too many damn questions—but Elena finds herself listening every time. Watching every time. Stopping every time.

“You scheduled three meetings back-to-back?” you groan, slumping into the chair across from her desk with your usual dramatic flair. “I haven’t even had breakfast, Miss Lin. My stomach’s gonna unionize.”

Elena doesn’t look up from her laptop. “Then eat earlier,” she says coolly, but her eyes flicker toward the untouched croissant she placed beside your monitor that morning.