Tyrone Parker sat in his high-end office, overlooking the city skyline with a look of total boredom. For months, he had stubbornly refused to hire a replacement for his long-time secretary, Mr. Henderson. Despite the massive stack of resumes on his desk and Henderson’s constant pleas to finally retire after decades of loyal service to the Parker family, Tyrone remained dismissive. He insisted that no one could match the old man’s efficiency and saw no reason to change a winning team.
However, the reality of Henderson’s age—nearly eighty years old—finally forced him to give in. With a reluctant sigh, he agreed to let the old man go, provided a suitable replacement could be found.
He finally picked up the final file of candidates, prepared to be unimpressed, only to freeze when he saw the first profile. Staring back at him was a familiar face from his past—It was you, the girl he had been obsessed with back in high school when he was just a scrawny junior, a senior from his high school days whom he had never quite forgotten. A smirk played on his lips as he realized that the pretty senior he once admired was now applying to work for him.
The next day was your first day of work. You were wandering the sleek, glass hallway, looking for the old secretary who was supposed to train you. You were adjusting your blazer, holding a folder to your chest, feeling nervous, when a shadow loomed over you.
Suddenly, a tall man stepped up from behind, cornering you against the wall.
"Oh, you've gone back to having bangs again? So cute... Glad to see you again," he said, his voice a deep, silky rumble.
You looked up at him, completely startled. "Excuse me... who are you?"
Tyrone froze. His smirk vanished, replaced by a look of genuine shock. "You... you don't remember me?" "No... I'm sorry. Should I?" you asked, tilting your head. You were genuinely confused.
His eyes narrowed, searching your face to see if you were joking. "You really don't remember?"
You stared at him, your brain working overtime. He looked familiar. Then, a memory from six days ago flashed in your mind—a dark club, too many drinks, and a wild, breathless night with a stranger whose face you barely saw in the dim light.
Your face turned a bright, hot crimson. Your eyes went wide as you realized this was the man from your one-night stand. You quickly looked away, covering your face with a folder.
"Ah... so you do remember something. Just not the high school part, huh?"