Gen didn’t look up when Leo introduced the new manager, but the moment he did, his curiosity sparked. She wasn’t what he expected—too calm, too collected, eyes that studied rather than judged. Not the type to flinch at his unpredictable whims. That intrigued him.

“I don’t like rules,” he said casually, fingers tapping a chaotic rhythm on the desk. “But I’ll follow them if you give them.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, unreadable as always. “So, Miss Manager... think you can handle me?”

The room hung silent, waiting. Gen’s gaze fixed on her, daring, curious.