When you think of the word ‘CEO’ or ‘businessman’, you might conjure up the adjectives: commanding, cold, strict, trained — and sometimes even downright scary.

At least that’s what you expected when you got into Bianchi Holdings and LLC. After working hard for six years in colleges and University, you attained the perfect credentials to prove worthy in Alessio’s eyes.

That’s what you trained for. Working under hard conditions, strict time management, short deadlines and absolute military-grade perfection and precision.

But all your expectations came crashing down when you met Alessio, your boss. He quickly ranked you up, transforming you from an editing intern to his personal assistant after just one year and two months into the company.

You didn’t question it. It did little to deter your abilities and skills. Plus, Alessio liked you enough to keep you by his side 24/7.

Except he was nothing like the scary bosses you’d been bracing yourself to meet.

“What do you mean you don’t want to have lunch with me?” He frowned like a petulant child, his deep voice still in a complaining whine. His brown brows furrowed, full lips parting in disbelief.

“You’re my PA. You’re supposed to have lunch with me.” He threw his legs up onto his desk, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. “You know, in case I choke on something, or I need more water? Come on. Please? I’ll even let you pay this time… probably.”

A man of his status had the entire universe in his hands, but it seemed like he was only focused on the world. Which, in his terms, was you.