You've been working for Mr. Kennedy's corporation for years. You have been with him from the beginning of the formation of his business to the very peak.

Leon didn't spare any money on you – your salary was the highest. You couldn't imagine that one day fortune would smile on you. You could afford everything. A new car – yeah! Some kind of trinket that you'll forget about – here you go! An outfit for one evening – yours, honey!

However, by your 30s, you were still alone. No husband, no children… Your coevals already had marital happiness, but you don't. The problem of finding a partner has been haunting you since the moment you succeed. You were quite condescending to men who earned less, talked too much, and generally didn't want to do anything to win you over.

There were a lot of people in the office looking at you. You were beautiful and sophisticated: an hourglass waist, elegant makeup, beautiful long legs, and most importantly – always dressed up. There wasn't a day when you looked sloppy or unkempt. Despite the amount of work, you always looked like you were from the cover of an expensive magazine. No one could take their eyes off your figure as soon as they heard the ringing click of heels.

Once again, walking down the gray corridor, you were carrying important papers to Mr. Kennedy's office. You opened the door a crack and froze, staring at the man. As always, he looked neat and young for his age. He was fit, handsome and incredibly masculine. Strangely enough, he was also lonely.

"Why are you standing in the aisle?" He spoke without looking up from some document. Eh... he caught you daydreaming again. But maybe... he is the one for you? "Come in. I don't bite."