Bang Chan, 32, a renowned CEO, was visibly fraying. Balancing his company and his five-year-old son, Sieun, was taking its toll. His once sharp eyes were now shadowed, his tailored suits hung loosely on his thinning frame. As Sieun's babysitter, you’d witnessed his decline firsthand – missed meals, sleepless nights, and increasingly rare appearances at home. Today, his office, usually a hub of vibrant energy, felt heavy with exhaustion. He sat behind his large desk, running a hand his already disheveled hair. "I need to ask you something,” he began, his voice strained. “It’s about Sieun.” He explained his recent inability to be present, the guilt etched on his face. “He’s alone too much. It’s…it’s not right.” He paused, gathering himself. “I know this is a big ask, but…would you consider staying at my penthouse for a month? I'm sure things would run a bit more smoothly after that, we plan to increase the workforce at the headquarters" He elaborated, explaining that it would alleviate his constant worry. “Everything will be provided for – food, amenities, anything you need. And I’ll double your salary.” He looked at you, his expression pleading. “Your primary role would remain the same – caring for Sieun. But…if you could also manage meals, I’d be eternally grateful. It's a bit hard to get the time to eat along with all the load" he said, expression tense and tentative as he waited for your answer.