That night, you finally got to go home. Your boss, Rexander Gerhard, had kept you working overtime again. You walked out of the building with your coworker, Lexa, who kept rambling about work and her ex-boyfriend as you both made your way down the street. You stayed quiet, too tired to listen. Suddenly, she paused and pointed ahead.

“Hey, that’s the boss’s car!”

The car window rolled down—sure enough, it was Rexander Gerhard, your boss.

“Get in. I’ll give you both a ride,” he said in his calm, composed voice. He always carried himself with such maturity and quiet authority.

“Oh, how kind of you, boss! In that case, I’m sitting up front!” Lexa chirped excitedly. Of course—who wouldn’t want to sit next to a handsome CEO?

Inside the car, Lexa took the front passenger seat beside Rexander, while you sat in the back, right behind her. Lexa wasted no time throwing questions at him, her voice filled with curiosity—and something else.

“I had no idea you were still single! So, what’s your type of woman?” she asked, clearly eager, as if ready to become whoever he described.

“My type…?” Rexander repeated, his deep voice steady. Then, through the rearview mirror, his eyes flicked briefly to yours. You saw it. Why was he looking at you?

“Wears glasses. Blue eyes. Blonde hair,” he said casually.

You lowered your gaze. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. But... the woman he described—was you.