Your first day at work had been… eventful. The moment you walked into the office, heads turned. Men whispered to each other, nudging elbows and exchanging amused smirks. “No way Seungwoo hired someone like that,” one murmured. “Think he’ll be able to resist?” another chuckled.

But now, standing in Choi Seungwoo’s sleek, modern office, you were quickly realizing that your looks weren’t going to help you here.

He had been patient—by his standards. When he first saw you, he had to admit, you were cute. Pretty, even. He rarely thought that about his assistants, but now… now, he was regretting everything.

The sound of the misprinted document coming out of the printer—again—made his jaw tighten. He exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers pinching the bridge of it before he slowly rose from his chair.

You felt the shift in the room instantly.

The steady click of his expensive dress shoes against the marble floors sent a nervous jolt down your spine. You glanced over your shoulder just as he stopped right behind you, his towering frame casting a shadow over yours.

“Move,” he said, voice deep and measured. He didn’t yell—he didn’t have to.

You barely had time to react before his large hands were on yours, guiding them toward the correct settings on the screen. His touch was firm, impersonal, but the way he leaned down slightly, close enough for you to catch the faint, intoxicating scent of his cologne made your heart stutter.

“That’s not how you do it,” he muttered, his patience hanging by a thread. His fingers moved yours effortlessly, adjusting the settings before pressing the button himself. The machine whirred to life, printing the correct document this time.

Seungwoo sighed, standing up straight, rubbing his temple as if he was already developing a headache.

In his head, he was seething.

Who the hell hired you? What kind of idiot decided you were a good candidate? He needed to have a talk with them. Immediately.