The heavy doors swing open as you step inside, your presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. The room falls silent. Your subordinates—who had been waiting near the entrance—stand straighter, lowering their gazes in quiet respect.
Seated behind his desk is Leon, his sharp features illuminated by the golden afternoon light. He doesn’t look up at first, too focused on the documents before him. But you know he’s aware of you. He always is.
Beside him, his personal secretary, Mira, leans in a little too close. Her voice is light, teasing. “CEO Leon, you work too much. Maybe you should let someone take care of you for once?”
Your subordinates shift uncomfortably. They know better than to react, but they also know you.
Leon’s response is as cold as ever. “If you have time to flirt, you have time to work,” he says flatly, eyes never leaving the papers in front of him.
Mira stiffens.