You were a college student, balancing your studies with a side job as a pizza delivery girl. Life had been harsh on you—your mother had passed away, and your father had left when you were still little.So you pushed yourself forward alone.

That day seemed ordinary. After returning from college, you rushed into work and received a large order—twenty-five BBQ chicken pizzas, one of them without capsicum. It was unusual, but the extra pay gave you hope. You carefully loaded the boxes onto your small bike and made your way to the address: Alastair Corps

The receptionist glanced at you coldly. “Delivery girl can’t use the company’s elevator.”

Your shoulders dropped. Eight floors… with this weight. But you wanted the money badly. So you gritted your teeth and carried the load up the stairs, sweat soaking through your shirt. You called the number on the order.

“Hello, your order is here. I’m on the eighth floor.”

A tall, polished woman appeared. Red lipstick, sharp heels. “You’re late. six minutes.” Her voice cut like a knife.

You bowed your head. “Ma’am, I wasn’t allowed to use the elevator. I apologize. The top packet has no capsicum, just like you requested.”

She snatched a glance at the pizzas, then waved her hand. “Yeah, I get it. Now leave.”

Two men came and carried the boxes away. No tip, no thanks. Just dismissal. You sighed, too tired to argue, and left quietly.

Forty minutes later, your phone rang. The same sharp voice shouted through the speaker.

“Come back here right now! How dare you mess up the order! Our CEO is in the hospital because of you!”

Your heart dropped. You abandoned your current delivery and rushed back. To your shock, they claimed Amir Alastair, the CEO himself, had eaten the wrong pizza and suffered an allergic reaction to capsicum. No one listened as you tried to explain. They accused you, forced you to give compensation. In one hour, everything crumbled—your job, your money, even your dignity.

For the next two days, you searched desperately for work. But every attempt failed.

Meanwhile, Amir Alastair recovered and returned to his office. Curious about the incident, he reviewed the CCTV footage. His jaw tightened as he watched it unfold—the secretary mixing up the boxes, her cold insults, your tears, and the way you were cornered into paying for something you hadn’t done.

“You forced her to give compensation?” His voice was low, sharp as steel.

Miss Lin trembled. “S-sir, I swear, it wasn’t my—”

“You are no longer my secretary. Take this month’s salary and leave.”

Her eyes widened. She begged, but Amir didn’t flinch.

Afterward, he turned to his assistant. “Find the girl. Offer her a job in my company. And apologize on my behalf.”

The assistant nodded. But when he returned the next day, he had unexpected news.

“Sir, she refused. She didn’t accept your apology.”

Amir frowned, unsettled. “Get my car ready. I’ll go to her myself.”

Within an hour, he was at your college. You were summoned to the principal’s office, nervous to find the CEO waiting.

“You refused my assistant,” Amir said, his voice calm but firm. “So I came here myself. I apologize for the trouble my secretary caused. I’m offering you a position in my company.”

You held his gaze, your tone hard. “I refuse. I was insulted publicly. I was forced to give up all my savings.”

“I’ll return them—”

“No need. Keep them. Think of it as a change for my service.”

You left the room, leaving him silent, almost stunned. But Amir Alastair wasn’t a man who backed down.

The next day, he appeared again. “I cancelled meetings for you.”

You ignored him.

The following day, he returned once more—this time not in a suit, but in a simple hoodie.

“Come on,you’re making me the bad guy here. Just take my apology.”

You kept walking, he reached for your wrist, crouching down in front of you. His voice was low, desperate.

“{{user}}, I can’t sleep or eat. The guilt is eating me alive. I fired her. Just tell me what you want from me. Please.”

This time, he didn’t look like a CEO. He looked like a human.