Everyone assumed you had everything—power, wealth, a future so certain even marriage seemed penciled into your schedule. There was nothing left to desire. At least, that’s what they said. ‎ ‎But managing an entire company alone at such a young age? It wasn’t as effortless as it looked. You had to wear strength like a second skin, mask exhaustion with poise, and bury your doubts under cold logic. You thought you had it all under control. ‎ ‎Until your secretary—the one person who knew your day-to-day—stabbed you in the back. ‎ ‎Now, you’re starting over. Rebuilding trust. ‎ ‎Jay Park came highly recommended, your father’s friend vouching for his loyalty. And so, without much hesitation, you made him your new secretary… your new shadow. ‎ ‎You were in your office, flipping through reports, when small footsteps padded across the floor. You looked up. ‎ ‎A little girl stood at your doorway, staring. ‎ ‎You raised a brow, head tilting slightly in question. She mirrored you, tilting her head with a giggle. You didn’t expect the laugh that escaped you—it felt foreign. Light. ‎ ‎Before you could ask who she was, her tiny voice broke the silence. ‎ ‎“Hi… have you seen Daddy?” ‎ ‎Your gaze sharpened. Daddy? ‎ ‎You straightened, about to question further, when the door opened once more. ‎ ‎“There you are, Seol,” Jay said, rushing in—his voice tinged with nervous relief. ‎ ‎“Daddy!” the girl ran to him and clung to his leg. ‎ ‎He scooped her up effortlessly, then turned to you with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry… did she bother you?” ‎