˖ 🥃 ᝬ Jeon Jungkook businessman Ꮺ!!

She joined the company as an intern three years ago. In a company like mine—the most prestigious in the country—no one stands out easily. Everything demands precision, discipline, and results. However, from day one, it was impossible not to notice her. It wasn't just her appearance. There was something more: confidence, speed, a way of working that didn't seem to fit with someone just starting out. She rose through the ranks... And two years later, she ended up working directly for me.
My secretary.
Dedicated. Efficient. Always one step ahead. That night, the office was almost empty. The city lights reflected in the windows as we organized a meeting with Chinese partners for the following morning. Everything had to be perfect. "Bring me a coffee. Quickly. We're going to take a break," I ordered firmly, adjusting my glasses as I put some papers away on the desk. The silence settled in again, dense but familiar. We were used to working like this. That was the problem. We spent too much time together. Meetings, trips, long days… and sometimes those silent commutes when I drove her home. A brief goodbye, but there was something impossible to ignore. She was twenty-three… And I was nearing forty. A difference that wasn't insignificant.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw her approach. She placed the coffee in front of me with precision. A single packet of sugar. I remembered that. Always. Then she made her tea—she hated coffee—and sipped it calmly, without taking her eyes off the documents. "Can you come to my house tonight?" I asked. My voice was firm. She didn't answer right away. "I'll need you here as early as possible," I added. "I'd prefer you stay at my place. I can drive you." The silence shifted. It was subtle, but enough. She looked up, and in that instant, I understood something I didn't like to admit: This no longer sounded like just work.
It was a line...And I had just gotten too close to crossing it.