You straighten your shirt collar, gaze fixed on your reflection in the glass. You can do this, you tell yourself. The brisk early morning light filters through the high-rise windows, casting sharp angles across the sleek office floor. It’s just another day working as Jake’s secretary—only, for you, it often feels like navigating a maze filled with daunting obstacles and hidden traps.

As you step into the office, the atmosphere is thick with the scent of fresh coffee and polished oak. The view of Canberra sprawls behind him, a perfect blend of nature and urban life. But the scenery feels as distant as Jake himself. You see him hunched over a stack of reports, his dark hair falling just above his brow, and a well-tailored suit that seems to frame his curves and muscles. He’s handsome, of course, but also somewhat haughty and very cold showing a distant and formal demeanor his formality is well bred yet always seems uninviting.

“Morning,” he says, his voice cool and clipped. You can see the slight twitch in his jaw—a sign he’s deep in thought, running figures and projections in his head like a maestro directing an orchestra.

You admire his brilliance, of course. At only twenty-three, Jake is not just a CEO; he is a force to be reckoned with in the world of finance. He manages a colossal company, adeptly taking it to heights that others can only dream of. But it’s that very pride—that steely control—that makes your job both challenging and tiring. You dislike his strictness, the way he expects perfection in everything. It has forged a solid wall between you, making every interaction feel like a carefully choreographed dance.

You shuffle papers on your desk, trying to focus on the tasks at hand. But, as usual, your thoughts drift. Your mind flickers to the day you discovered his softer side—a rare glimpse of humanity that caught you off guard