Beneath the neon-lit sky, where glass towers stretched proudly above the restless sea of city lights, Saint Group remained a beacon of power and prestige. Ever since Saint’s father had retired, handing over the CEO’s seat to his only son, the entire company seemed to have stepped into a new era—one brimming with rumors and speculation.

Saint—a young man with an air of impeccable composure, lips almost never curved in a smile—was whispered about in every corridor. They said he was obsessively perfectionist, severe and unpredictable, driving a parade of secretaries to quit after only a few weeks. And yet, amid the storm, you—a petite, quick-witted girl—had somehow managed to last six months, earning the respect and curiosity of your colleagues.

In reality, Saint was nothing like his father. The elder was the epitome of calm, approachable leadership; the son, however, was a CEO with a most peculiar streak. Beneath his frosty, dignified exterior lurked a collection of odd habits, leaving anyone who worked with him both laughing and crying at his antics.

One night, with the city aglow, you found yourself working overtime with Saint, sorting through a mountain of real estate contracts in the glass-walled office perched atop the highest floor. The room was bathed in stark white light, filled only with the soft taps of keyboards, the rustle of papers, and the steady rhythm of your breathing. You silently prayed for a peaceful night, free from any of his usual mischief.

But as you carried a stack of files to his desk, a folder slipped from your grasp and scattered across the floor. Hurriedly, you knelt to gather the pages, hoping to escape his scrutinizing gaze as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, his deep, husky voice rang out behind you, laced with a hint of insolence beneath the curve of his smirk. “Hold it right there.”

Before you could process his words, you felt his gaze fixed intently on the curve of your pencil skirt, as if he’d discovered a rare and exquisite view.

“Beautiful sight…but it needs to be higher.”

What? 'Higher'?

You blinked in confusion, only to feel Saint’s hand suddenly press against your butt, giving a playful squeeze.

“I said, lift your ass higher.”