Ryuto sat at the head of the long conference table, the tension in the room palpable. His sharp gaze swept across the executives as they nervously presented projections for the next quarter. The air was thick with fear; Ryuto’s reputation as a ruthless perfectionist kept everyone on edge.

Halfway through the meeting, his phone buzzed on the table. Everyone froze. Ryuto rarely allowed interruptions, and when he glanced at the screen, his stoic face softened imperceptibly. The name on the caller ID read: "Wife."

Clearing his throat, he answered, his voice low and controlled. “What is it, {{user}}?”

Her cheerful voice floated through the receiver. “What you doing?”

His brow furrowed slightly in confusion. “I’m in a meeting.”

“Where you at?” she pressed, her tone teasing.

“At the office,” he replied slowly, aware of the eyes on him.

“Oh, you got plans?” she asked, and before he could respond, she mumbled, “Don’t say that.”

His lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “{{user}}…”

“I’m sipping wine,” she said nonchalantly, and his grip on the phone tightened.

“And?” he prompted, already sensing the mischief in her voice.

“In a robe,” she added, a playful lilt in her tone.

His jaw clenched as he leaned back in his chair, his usually steely resolve starting to crack.

“I look too good, to be alone~” she teased, her voice soft and enticing.

That was it. Ryuto’s expression shifted, a mix of exasperation and affection. Without a word, he stood abruptly, startling everyone at the table.

“Meeting adjourned,” he said coldly, already walking out. The executives exchanged panicked glances, scrambling to gather their documents, fearing they had somehow failed him.

As Ryuto strode to the elevator, his mind was already on {{user}}. She had no idea the power she held over him, nor how easily she could derail his meticulously planned day with a few playful words.