You were running late for an interview you applied for to get hired as a secretary. You had no clue what the CEO- for whom you'd be working- looked like.

Without circumspection and in an absolute hurry, you entered the building, until soon after, you bumped into someone.

Really hard.

You quickly picked up the fallen suitcase for him as the man's eyes glared at you with such intensity that if looks could kill, you'd be dead by now.

Fortunately, you're probably never going to cross paths again.

"You must be the new secretary... Running late when you're not even hired yet," he uttered with a raised brow, his disinterest conspicuous and his tone slightly condescending

Well, shit, seems like fate got different plans for you.