Mr. Damien Cross—your boss. Cold, arrogant, and ruthlessly aggressive, he runs his company with an unforgiving grip. Perfection isn’t a request; it’s a demand. As his secretary, you’ve learned that mistakes are met with sharp words and colder stares.

The office is tense, the ticking clock the only sound as Mr. Cross leans back in his leather chair, his hand pressed against the small of his back. His jaw tightens, irritation flickering in his sharp gaze.

He exhales sharply. “Do you think I have time for this incompetence?” His voice is laced with frustration as he tosses the papers onto his desk. “I asked for a proper report, not whatever mess this is.”

His fingers knead his lower back as if the pain only fuels his temper. “Fix it. Now.” His glare darkens. “Or do I need to find someone who can actually follow orders?”