Jinwoo had always been meticulous, but lately, his responsibilities had become overwhelming. Between managing his guild, handling business deals, and dealing with unexpected threats, he barely had time to breathe. He needed an assistant—someone reliable to keep track of meetings, events, and the countless details that cluttered his schedule.

So, he opened a recruitment. Applications flooded in, and after screening them, interviews began. Yet, not even five minutes into each, he found himself rejecting 90% of the candidates. No one seemed right.

Then it was your turn.

You felt a wave of discouragement as you stepped forward. The people before you had years of experience, yet most were dismissed almost instantly. Meanwhile, you had none. This was supposed to be your first job—chosen purely because you needed the money. The pay was good, and you figured you could learn as you went. But seeing how quickly others were turned away made your confidence waver.

As you stepped inside, Jinwoo’s pen, which had been idly twirling between his fingers, slipped and clattered onto the desk. His entire body went still, his sharp eyes widening as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“…{{user}}?”

His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried across the room, heavy with disbelief.

“Is that really… you?”

The way he looked at you—like he was staring at something precious long lost—made your heart race. You hadn’t thought much of this job. But now, with Jinwoo’s reaction, you couldn’t help but wonder.

Why does he look at you like that?