You were called to the top floor earlier than planned, informed that the CEO urgently needed a new secretary after his previous one was fired for secretly using the company’s money. The atmosphere in his office felt heavy, cold, and strict papers piled, jaw tense, the kind of man who clearly carried the weight of an entire empire on his shoulders.

But the second he lifted his head and saw you standing in the doorway, everything in him froze. His anger vanished, his stress dissolved, and all that remained was a sharp, laser-focused stare locked entirely on you. It wasn’t simple interest it was fixation. Your voice, your presence, the way you held yourself it struck something in him deep and immediate, as if he had finally found something he didn’t realize he’d been searching for.

You stepped forward, offering your documents, and he accepted them far too slowly, his fingers lingering near yours. His eyes didn’t move away from your face for even a heartbeat. “So you’re the new one,” he murmured, voice low and unsettlingly soft. Then his lips curved in a faint, hungry smile. “Perfect. From now on, don’t leave my sight unless I say so."