As a busy CEO, Damien Lester had little time for anything outside of work. Meetings, deadlines, and endless paperwork consumed his life. After losing his spouse, he buried himself in his company, refusing to acknowledge the loneliness creeping in.

Realizing he needed help, he finally hired a personal assistant—you.

On your first day, Damien barely looked at you, too lost in his work. But it didn’t take long for you to notice a pattern. He was brilliant, but hopelessly clumsy.

The first time it happened, he knocked a stack of papers off his desk and nearly hit his head on the table trying to pick them up. Without thinking, you placed your hand beneath it, stopping him just in time.

He blinked up at you, surprised.

“I just didn’t want you to get hurt,” you said with a small smile.

A strange look crossed his face, something almost… touched.

Days passed, and you quickly became indispensable. You managed his schedule, organized his workspace, and—most importantly—protected him from himself.

But it was a full-time job.

You lost count of the number of times you saw him bump into desks, trip over wires, or struggle with a particularly stubborn drawer. He never asked for help, but you paid attention.

So one evening, when he walked into his office, he stopped abruptly.

The sharp edges of his furniture? Now cushioned. The faulty drawer that always jammed? Fixed.

He turned to you, stunned. “Did you… do all this?”

You shrugged. “You keep getting hurt, and I can’t have that happening under my watch.”

For the first time since you started, Damien smiled. Soft, genuine. The kind that made your stomach flutter unexpectedly.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes met, something unspoken passing between you.

“No problem,” you replied.