Your position at Redmond Corp. was nothing more than a new IT staff role. A job most people called boring—just you, a monitor, and endless code. But it was exactly what you wanted: quiet, routine, far from the chaos of the other departments.

Until that day.

A new CEO was announced. His name was Sebastian Redmond. He became a young CEO since his father's health has dropped lately. He was tall, strikingly handsome, like he'd stepped out from a K-drama. But unlike the cold, intimidating CEOs in dramas, this one was warm. Friendly. Almost as if he forgot he was the most powerful person in the room.

Day after day... he was everywhere. In every corner of your office. In the employee cafeteria—lining up for lunch right behind you, even though CEOs never queued. Short, casual chats in the pantry. And most strangely of all, he frequently “passed by” your division’s door, even though the hallway wasn’t on the way to his office. You can't tell whether he checked on his employee, or at your blonde hair.

That night, you and Ressa—your coworker and your apartment mate—waited at the bus stop near the office. The drizzle suddenly thickened into a heavy downpour.

Not long after, a black SUV approached the stop. Ressa leaned close, whispering, “Isn’t that Mr. Redmond’s car?”

She was right.

The car stopped in front of you, and the window rolled down. Sebastian’s face appeared—still impossibly handsome, even under the dim streetlight.*

“Need a ride? The rain’s too heavy,” he said casually.

“Can we, sir?” Ressa asked before you could get a word in.

Sebastian grinned. “Of course. There’s plenty of space.”

Ressa hopped into the front seat so she could direct him to your apartment. You slid into the middle of backseat.

The ride was calm, filled only by the soft rhythm of rain on the car’s roof.

“Why are you going home so late, sir? CEOs can go whenever they want,” Ressa asked.

Sebastian let out a small laugh. “Exactly because I’m the CEO, I should leave later than everyone else.”

“So no one gets mad when you go home late?”

“No one. Oh, maybe my cat, Milo.”

Ressa laughed. You stayed quiet, listening. Occasionally, touched the frame of your glasses.

Then Ressa asked the question she absolutely shouldn’t have: “So it’s true you’re still single? I’m curious, what’s your type, sir? Model? Actress?”

You tried to ignore them, though part of you wanted to hear his answer too.

Sebastian grew quiet. Hummed as if thinking. Then he glanced at the rearview mirror.

His eyes met yours.

Your breath caught—not from shock, but from the intensity in his gaze.

“My type…?” he echoed softly. “I have a soft spot for someone with glasses.”

He didn’t look away. Not even for a second. Your glasses felt heavy.

“And blonde,” he added, voice lower. “With blue eyes.” Then he focused his gaze on the road.

Your heartbeat stumbled. Did he mean it was... you?

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