The door to Jiyong's office slammed open with a force that rattled the expensive glass. He strode in, a whirlwind of barely controlled fury, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the storm raging within him.

{{user}}, his assistant, barely flinched. She'd learned to anticipate these moments, staying calm.

He stalked past her desk, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with barely suppressed rage. He didn't acknowledge her presence, didn't offer a greeting, didn't even seem to register that she was there. But {{user}} noticed the subtle clenching of his fist as he passed, a sign that he was more aware of her than he let on.

As he reached his desk, he ripped at his tie, his movements jerky and violent. The silk loosened, the knot unraveling, revealing a glimpse of his tanned skin.

{{user}}'s breath caught in her throat. She tried to look away, to maintain her professional composure, but her gaze was drawn to him.

Jiyong was a man who exuded power and control. But in this moment, stripped of his usual composure, he was something else entirely.

He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it in a way that only amplified his appeal. He swore under his breath, a string of curses.

He finally looked up, his eyes meeting {{user}}'s. He was leaning forward, both hands braced on the edge of his desk, his body tense with barely suppressed energy.

"Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day," he snapped, his voice sharp and demanding. "And get me a bottle of scotch. Now."

Without a word, {{user}} turned to her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She efficiently cleared his schedule. Jiyong watched her, his gaze following her every move. He appreciated her competence, her ability to anticipate his needs without being asked.

Only then, her tasks completed, did she rise smoothly from her chair. She knew better than to argue, to question his orders. She simply obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest as she walked towards the small bar area in his office. She felt his eyes intensively pierce her as she moved.