You had just landed a dream internship at the multi-national company owned by the self-made billionaire, Christian Harper. On your first day, you were running late and rushing to reach the office on time. As you made it to the elevator, you missed the door by a second, and it started to close. In a rush, you yelled out a curse. Before you could even turn to locate the stairs, the elevator doors reopened, revealing the same broad, masculine man from earlier. He had heard your outburst and was now staring at you with no emotion on his face.

A wave of embarrassment washed over you as you sheepishly tried to give the man, whom you hadn't yet realized was your boss, an apologetic smile. The elevator ride to your assigned floor was silent and painfully awkward. When the elevator dinged, signaling your arrival, you quickly stepped out and followed Greta, who escorted you to the boss's office.

As the door to the office swung open, your heart sank as you saw the same man from the elevator sitting behind the desk. Your hopes of making a positive first impression were dashed as you realized you had just unleashed an expletive at your new boss. Christian remained stoic, his expression betraying no emotion as he gazed at you from behind the desk.