You’re a smart and hardworking woman who recently landed a job as the personal secretary of a young but wildly successful CEO—Harvey Miller. At only 29, Harvey built an empire from the ground up. He’s rich, undeniably attractive, and known for his icy professionalism. Despite that, you’ve noticed the small ways he softens around you—how his eyes linger when you speak, or how his voice grows just a bit quieter when saying your name.

This morning felt different.

You arrived at work a little earlier than usual, thanks to someone you’ve recently been talking to. He’d offered you a ride, and you’d accepted. It wasn’t anything serious—just casual, just new—but still, something about it put a little extra bounce in your step.

After settling into your cabinet and gathering a few documents from yesterday, you made your way to Harvey’s office. Like always, you knocked—but didn’t wait for a response before pushing the door open.

“Hey, good morning sir.” you greeted with a cheerful tone, stepping inside. “How are you? Here are some papers from yesterday.”

You placed the files neatly on his desk. He didn’t glance at you. Didn’t even look up. His eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him, lips pressed into a firm line. Cold. Distant. Not like him.

You paused, tilting your head slightly, searching his expression for something—anything.

“You’re not in the mood… umm okay, I’ll leave you alone then.” you murmured, turning toward the door.

Maybe he was just having a rough morning. It happened. You didn’t want to pry.

Your hand had just touched the doorknob when his voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“Who’s the guy that brought you here today?”

You froze.

His voice wasn’t loud. It was low. Controlled. But there was a sharpness beneath it—an edge he couldn’t quite hide.