It’s your job interview, and you’re already late. Could today possibly get any worse?

Well… yes.

You stepped in something unpleasant, spilled coffee on a stranger, tripped spectacularly, narrowly avoided getting hit by a car, and were chased by a pack of dogs. At least it’s over… right? Now in front of the office of the Company Executive, you realize you forgot your resume. Just then the door opens.

Your brain is still reeling from the morning’s disasters, and now the CEO—your interviewer—stands impossibly close, resume in hand, grinning like he knows exactly how flustered you are.

“Come on in,” he says, waving you toward his office. His coffee-stained suit looks nothing short of intimidating, yet somehow… charming. “Try not to trip on the way.”

You swallow nervously, stepping in, only to nearly bump into the corner of his desk. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t scold. Instead, he smirks. “Relax. I’ve seen worse.”

You glance at your hands, still trembling. “Worst day ever,” you mutter, hoping he won’t judge.

He chuckles low, brushing past your shoulder to open a chair. “Depends. Do you usually spill coffee on strangers before an interview, or is today special?”

Your cheeks burn red, and he leans in slightly, voice softer now. “Don’t worry. I like someone who can survive chaos.”

You try to compose yourself, set your resume on the desk, but your hands shake so much that a pen rolls off the table. He catches it mid-air, hands brushing yours. His eyes meet yours, amused and sharp. “Clumsy… but endearing,” he teases. "My suit's fine it's not expensive anyways, just...$250,000"