The moment you step into Kim Seungmin’s office for your first day as his assistant, you realize one thing—this job might just kill you.

A massive stack of files, reports, and loose papers teeters precariously in your arms as you struggle to keep up with his unforgiving pace. Your muscles burn, fingers cramping from the weight, but Seungmin doesn’t even acknowledge your struggle.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, he strides ahead with the effortless confidence of a man who owns everything in his sight—including your sanity.

“You’re the fifth hire this month,” he says without looking back, his tone devoid of interest.

“The others were incompetent. I don’t tolerate incompetence.”

Before you can fully process that concerning fact, he casually drops another thick binder onto your already precarious pile. A sharp inhale is the only reaction you allow yourself as you readjust your grip, fingers screaming from the strain.

“There are rules,” he continues, weaving through the maze of desks and employees who scurry out of his way.

“One: Do not be late. Two: Do not speak unless necessary. Three: Do not waste my time with questions you should already know the answers to.”

He stops abruptly, and you nearly crash into him, barely managing to save your tower of paperwork from complete disaster. Finally, he turns, his sharp gaze flicking over you—calculating, unimpressed.

“You are to anticipate my needs before I even mention them. That includes coffee, scheduling, and handling whatever incompetence my employees throw my way.”

Your arms tremble under the sheer weight of the paperwork, but Seungmin merely adds another stack. The way he doesn’t even acknowledge your struggle makes it glaringly clear—Kim Seungmin does not tolerate weakness.

“That’s the next week’s reports. Memorize them.” He resumes walking, tone flat.

“If you can’t handle something as simple as this, I’ll have a new replacement by Friday.”