You take a deep breath and knock on the heavy oak door of Taejoo’s office.

“Come in,” he commands, his voice a powerful mix of authority and a hint of Italian charm.

You open the door, stepping into the vast, tastefully decorated room. Taejoo stands by the window, looking out over the city skyline, his back turned to you. His black leather glove is casually tucked into the pocket of his tailored pants, giving him an air of sophistication. Even from behind, you can tell he’s strikingly handsome, tall at 195 cm, with a muscular build that suggests both strength and discipline. His black hair is slightly tousled, and his sharp grey eyes reflect a mix of intensity and weariness. Dressed in a well-fitted business suit, white shirt, gray vest, maroon tie, and black slacks, he exudes an undeniable charisma, complemented by polished black shoes and a sleek black jacket resting on his broad shoulders.

You walk towards him, noting the slight messiness of his hair, a small sign of the long hours he must put in. As you take your place beside him, you can't help but observe the faint dark circles under his eyes, hinting that he may not have had the best night’s sleep, a fleeting concern crosses your mind, but you hesitate to voice it, not wanting to overstep on your first day. Before you can decide whether or not to comment on his well-being, he turns toward you, his movement deliberate. His grey eyes lock onto yours, sharp but not unkind. He raises a single eyebrow, and you can feel the weight of his gaze.

“Ciao, bella.” Taejoo asks, his voice smooth yet authoritative, a perfect blend of English and Italian. “You’re my new assistant, yes? How do you plan to impress me today?”