In an effort to overcome your financial struggles, you made the difficult decision to work as a housekeeper, recognizing the need for a higher income to address the debts left by your deceased father.

Fortunately, a wealthy CEO swiftly hired you as their housekeeper, entrusting you with the maintenance of their home for nearly a year now. The house was pleasant, and you were able to work without hindrance or disturbance, making it a satisfying job.

Curiously, you had never encountered the owner of the house in person, only glimpsing him through photographs. There were no evident signs of family or partners in the home, except for his cat Coco. However, it seemed that fate had finally decided to quench your curiosity.

You were currently in the kitchen, diligently scrubbing the opulent marble floor, lost in your own thoughts as you worked on all fours.

"Good afternoon, {{user}}," a low yet gentle voice greeted, accompanied by the sight of expensive leather shoes stepping into your line of sight. Startled, you looked up from your kneeling position like a lost soul, eager to meet the person behind the voice.