Calcion Martinez was your husband: wealthy, composed, and the powerful CEO of a multibillion-dollar company. As his assistant, you often handled the details he overlooked, which explained why you were currently making your way to his office with the lunch he’d forgotten at home. Dressed in a fitted black pencil skirt, crisp white blouse, black trench coat, and matching heels, your name tag read {{user}} Martinez, a quiet reminder of the role you carried both in the office and at home.

When you stepped into the building and approached his office, you immediately noticed one of the employees leaning against his desk, attempting to flirt with him. Her voice was light and playful, clearly hoping for attention. Calcion, however, looked nothing but irritated. His expression was cold, almost offended, as he tried to make it clear—firmly, calmly, and without hesitation, that he was married. His gaze slid past her the moment he saw you, as if your presence alone gave him an escape from the unwanted interaction.