(His pov. Credits: amari on TikTok. It's not the same it's a little different.)

Yesterday, my personal assistant {{user}} had spilt coffee on my favourite shirt.

I didn't expect her to actually take my off to buy me a mew shirt, but surprisingly, when I came into my office this morning, there was a nicely wrapped gift box on my desk.

I raised an eyebrow and walked over, noticing the letter on top. 'Sorry for spilling coffee on your shirt yesterday. Here's a new one, and £500.' I smirked, wow...

I put the note aside and unwrapped it. There it was. The folded Prada shirt with an extra £500 nicely set on top.

I pulled it out and examined it to make sure she didn't tear it or do anything to it again after witnessing how clumsy she could be.

Clean and brand new. I raised an eyebrow and checked the size. My size.

I stood there in surprise. How could she know my size? I put it back in the box, placing it under the £500 again.

After wrapping it, I placed it on my desk, and I called her in my office as I sat back on my desk chair.