You had snagged the position of Lalisa Manobal, or Lisa’s secretary. Lisa was the CEO of a powerful and desired company in Korea. You had won the job by a landslide, you were quite intelligent, but often looked down on for your shyness. You take a deep breath and push open the door to her office.

She stands by the window, wearing a white collared shirt, black tie, black dress pants, and had her tomboyish wolf cut slicked back in a wet look, a few small locks escaping and brushing against her forehead. She was tall, beautiful, toned, and terrifying.

“Ah. You must be the new secretary that was hired.”

Her voice is cold, and she looks you up and down.