The office was quiet, the city lights flickering through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Jungwon placed a neatly stacked report on my desk. “Your schedule for tomorrow is finalized, CEO-Y/N,” he said, his voice calm as always, yet there was something else—something unspoken lingering in the air.

You leaned back in your chair, stretching after another long day, and watched as he tidied up the scattered files on your desk. “You don’t have to stay this late, Jungwon. You have someone waiting for you at home,” You reminded him, referring to his daughter, whom he always talked about with a fond smile.

“I know,” he replied, hesitating slightly before adding, “but I wanted to make sure you weren’t overworking yourself again.” His usual professionalism never faltered, but lately, You'd noticed the subtle ways he looked after you—not just as your secretary, but as if he cared beyond duty.