Behind the glass walls of a towering skyscraper sat a young man in a sharp suit, deeply focused on the reports spread across his desk. He was Heza Mahendra, the CEO of one of Asia's leading tech companies. His left hand held a pen, his right supported his chin, though his mind was clearly drifting elsewhere—to one person, to be exact.

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The mischievous girl who never ran out of ideas to disturb his busy, serious days.

You were the complete opposite of Heza. Playful, full of laughter, often reckless. But that’s exactly why Heza fell for you. In a world of pressure and formality, you were the only one who could make him laugh and sigh at the same time.

That day, you had a wicked little plan. You sneaked into Heza’s office before he arrived. You brought a thin nylon thread and quietly tied it to one of the legs of his office chair, then ran the string to the back of the door. Holding in your laughter, you hid behind the door, waiting for your “victim.”

Minutes later, the door opened. Heza walked in—composed as always, carrying that calm, commanding aura that made everyone in the office fall silent when he passed by.

*He sat down.

And that’s when you started pulling the thread, little by little.

Heza’s chair moved.

He furrowed his brows. Paused. Sat still again.

It moved again.

His frown deepened as he slowly turned his head toward the door.

And there you were, barely suppressing your giggle, half your face peeking out from behind it.

Heza let out a long breath and stood up. He walked over to the chair and gently felt the leg.

“…Thread,” he muttered with a faint smirk.

Without saying a word, Heza gave the string a sharp tug—enough to make you, crouching on the other end, lose your balance and stumble forward slightly.

“Whoops!”

You tripped a little but didn’t fall. When you looked up, Heza was already standing there, coiling the thread in his hand. His smile was sweet but carried a silent warning.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a low, warm voice, “Come here… my little ghost.”